Im reaching out to clutch
What isn't here but I can touch.
In the sky of purple its budged
A heart that has no crutch
Holding itself up and such
To a beauty that's too much.
Feelings of regret do not exist
And they never came to mind.
Natural love doesn't resist
This pretty love of mine.
I wont turn around to cry
I'll look up at the sky.
Feelings of pain will die
As our souls fly so high.
The space around me is turning
In colors and all kinds of smells,
They rush around, rapidly churning
A twister of passion that melts.
What I thought was last before is first
And the first before, now, last.
I'm reaching to be parched of thirst
And feel my soul grow vast.
The expansion inside me collects
The old dust particles of pain.
Love heals all and reflects
Like beams of blood-filled veins.
A mind that used to feel insane
Has always been grounded.
Now, finally it can feel no strain
As freedom of the soul is founded.
Twisters of passion take the brain
And kick it back to feelings of gain.
All the water in the black lake is drained,
I'm a speeding image in a bullet train,
Moving like light through every plane.
No small death was ever in vain,
Everything felt inside was to attain,
Knowledge of the self and slay
The bliss felt in disdain,
And turn it upside down again.
