the heart of the pink clouds of morn
drift into softness of a moment born
a breath unprecedented in the vulnerability
a mystic dream that I believe is me
freed as it was known
from what was never told
the secrets of a soul
that once was bought and sold
matter into dust
desire once felt as lust
just to try to be
a part of some lasting legacy
spinning round the sun
until at last we're done
and we can finally face
the love of Gods embrace
which frees us at long last
and let's us finally be free to laugh
at all those props we once did need
and acccept this life's cosmic mystery
