On the right side of the sun
where fears and suffering
are dreams on where to become real
again and again and again.

Walking through madness,
smiling kindly,
time makes it into air,
in the midst of reaching the sky,
becoming. 

Words we spoke
yesterday,
feeling good
by understanding us.

And yet another day,
something else to say.

Pictures of beauty
that caress the head
that lives on imagination.

Legs and feet to walk,
arms and hands to touch
and grab what hold us.
Eyes to see,
know.

Can't talk about
what makes it worth it
but it something mysterious.

The unknown to reveal
by living closer and closer
to the intimate fear
that dies younger than death.

The sweetness of not knowing
and the mighty silenced power
that comes with it.

All a must.