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.

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

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

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

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.

And so we smile on,Feeding the truths we shareWith a union of our souls,Cathedral slaves of our passionWhich builds beauty amongst chaos.

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