First we are one,then two,then one sometimes
When we love another human kind
Or lost and grasped by mystic work sublime
Ironically we must lose to find
Absorbed in writing,there’s another mind
First we’re one,then two,then one at times
A gift, a word, a phrase a new wrought rhyme
With growing work,our minds are furnished fine
We’re swimming in the mystic seas sublime
We dive into the depths, we rise,we dream
Add to our creations, line by line
First we’re one,then two,then one at times
The journey of the heart has major claims
Tempests,rages,do not love define;
We’re making it in mystic seas sublime.
Those who see not beauty must be fined
Criminals to Nature, cruel before,behind.
We’re all one,our human souls aligned;
To loose and find, by mystic work we’re claimed
