An optimistic tunnel
Is dug into you
A Brightness
Which repairs the broken
imperfect despairing dissonance
Of this hollowness
That will be filled.
Filled with rejoicing song
By the innocence, and purity
At the core of all living things...
Including you.

The water, churned white,
The trees, living monoliths,
Sturdy stones, weathered, but intact.
A field of white daffodils emerges.
Once bleak and barren ash,
Now a light soaked flowering field.

A collection of sounds
Laughter, music, lovers leisurely walk,
The lovely aroma,
Fragrance of tree sap, and living things,
Floating through the air,
In every direction
Living animals,
Soothing thought, and the crystal blue canopy of the sky.
Turning our bodies into a Zen garden,
That reinvigorates the spirit, and the mind.

Lounging on your stomach in the soft grass,
Wounds of the aura, healed in the warm breeze.
Like the caresses of gentle butterflies,
A shiver of pleasure invades our bodies……
In a thousand lifetimes, such happiness will not disappear.
Our prayers answered……
Our future firmly in our grasp....
Let us tie this not, and never untie it.

Listen to the night ascend, and fade, as dawn approaches,
The trees weep tears of acceptance,
Brightly colored music is thrumming through the air.
A low and continuous chorus coinciding with the dawn of eternity.
A vibrant homicide of hopelessness, a resuscitation of elation.
We are together now.
Fear not the path into the light.
Today we will dance in the sunlit wilderness,
The radiant tongue of the sun covers us in slick moisture,
Our fluid bodies twirl, arms enfolding.
Embrace life like a maternity ward,
Full of limitless potential for love, chaos, violence and kindness.
As we release gamma waves, warping our world,
Shaping what we choose,
Embrace life like a maternity ward.
Negativity seeps out of us, and evaporates.
Our lives begin today.

Oh, how you will know this world of potent pleasures :
A burning world, coated in the laughter of satisfied need.
Concealed behind that bush, is the birthplace of a future victor.
The mundane grey of wintertime will sink into a sweet, purifying spring
Before the sadness of each fall, and every bumbling summer, a lively spring must pass.

...Into the poppy field, you and I collapse together.
Green and deepest red, we will make this field our bed.

You are still living,
Arteries intact
Opening wide
Like the fat fist of a geriatric Jesus.
Forget these new graves
Fresh flesh, the worms anticipate.
Convince me for
The piece of cake.
The seconds
The hot victory, sweat drenched
And satisfied in my mind.
The curves of your body.
Your glimmering mouth.
We will keep on living,
Because we can't stand dying.

Hold onto me. Inside this chamber.
I cannot feel the darkness.
It is light again.
The dark called in sick.
You are alive. Definitely.
I need you. You are the only one I want inside here.

The mirror need not speak
I know who you are
You cannot see these pale grey eyes
They lie beyond the veil
Hidden
With full knowledge of the true meaning
Of victorious leisure.
An ecstatic body you touch
A heart that breathes deep, you feel
Lying still and singing
And caressing
The meeting of mouths
Song flows between us
The lights go out
- we explore each other
Fake lies fade
You are all I see
I feel
A thick chord between us
Music and healing
A roaring pleasure
A thick cord connecting
You and I
In the blackness
You whisper
Your sighs of salvation
The illumination
Lifting you up
Seeping out
Binding you and I
Sinking into each other
Deeper and deeper.