We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life,More beautiful than ever before.

Here, illuminated at last,Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;Sweet moments of passion and healing,Of sensual release.

I am just like you,Destined to play my part.And leave,In the nature of my departure at least,Some kind of sweet message behindIn the fathomless pattern I make.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward – a way home…

The sea, the sea…Man alone,Passive, unawareIn his elemental sadness.

There can be no law of nature, no science,No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer,Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…