Rhythmically, harmony, searches out my melody,
silently and perfectly, totally and honestly...

Oceans deep inside the mind,
Find the creature in the dark...

A perfect poem is never judged, for
Perfect is to be...

With claws as a tiger, long hands climb
Slow to react, shorter hands chime...

Learn to spread your wings and fly,
or cascade to the ground...

Life or death, love or lust,
soul or breath, faith or trust...

No greater pain than unborn love.
For there deserted laid a dove...

When will this world truly begin?
Surely it hasn't begun...

I once had a dream of a far off land.
The island was perfect, layered with sand...

An extra soul for life.
A household for your strife...

Reiterate my pointless fact.
For what I know is what you lacked...

Happiness, sunshine beams,
sturdy cores, joyous gleams...