where has the spark in me gone
somewhere
inside the calm
churning and turning
and carrying on
lost in my head, lust in my heart
somewhere
two worlds drift apart
blossoms and bosoms
the beginnings of art
can you find in you a brightness
somewhere
between the tightness
released and at peace
feeling a lightness
and the trickle of water sounds
somewhere
love abounds
with curves and smooth words
in sky, and on ground
but all is not lost
here
whats the cost
passion or poison
or souls on a cross