The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this,Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again…

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.

Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.

Such is true joy’s absolute certainty,Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever.

Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine.

To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy,Dazzling in your heart,Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.