Death
is nothing to be feared...

Smiling teardrops shower
on our bare hazel skin...

The last two dreamers on this pessimistic planet
inspired by not words of willing wisdom...

Above the standing city of churches
your blazing heart swoops down...

An innocent white virgin grasps a cup of herbal...
from beneath the round tree's vine-like fastening...

Psychedelic paranoia flashes its furtive smile
upon my taken aback shoulder...

The overpowering ocean makes love to the sensitive...
an underwater kiss bursts throughout her coarse...

She plants sacred life
before voiceful buds...

Dance.
How the naked trees follow...

We small hobbits of the Shire ride
across narrow roads and valleys of wide...

Free flying air veins behold
naked smiles...

Before me cries your people's scattered hearts
once united but now thrown apart...