What is that?
The sounds that wake me up
Spirit massages
Aerodynamically
Empowers me to fly
Inside myself
Going
Outside myself
Flying
Beyond myself
Melting
Combining
Amalgam of
Two golden
Flying hearts
Dwarfing the world
Writing the universe.
What is the feeling?
What is the thought?
In all of this
In all of that
And the closest I get
To outline
To describe
It's that
Somehow
It's so big
So noble
Majestic
It's almost fearful to write
As words form clouds
When I really start writing
Because there wouldn't be an end
My bones would hit the nails
No words
No books
No libraries
Could ever write.
And that's the closest I got
It's all
As divine wordly gift
All I was given
All we are given
To try to scribe the honey
To understand the light
But what is it matter in the end?
We're not here to inspect or investigate atoms
We're here to see, build, experience atoms
We're here to love
We're here to fly.