All Over

She...

Is this thing, this tiny gigantic thing that reaches up out of now where...

Nowhere at all...

And breathes

Life. 

From nothing, 

There became something. 

From no thing, 

There emerged ruptures of raptures, 

And colours, 

And life and breath, 

Like passion and making love, 

To undisturbed sequences in melodies of stars. 

She Burst, 

I swear to you, 

Life becoming all in one eminent motion, 

The birth of thousands of galaxies, 

Love spilling over, 

Over, 

Over , 

Everywhere. 

And death being sweeter than anything thought before, 

As she arises high, 

Before descending back to body's width and returning home once more, 

Where indeed she may 

Spread..

Spread all over the dark and light of existence. 

My idol sings songs of the devil, 

But I see the divine, 

Making all clear again, or so I tried...

Laying back in bed now, 

To sleepless dreams and long melodic lucid nights 

Of escape, running etherial, 

All over. 

Needing love, but she's found it, 

On the inside like coffee...

And hands, in gestures of painting and hugs. 

Like eyes, and glances, and love til death, 

And love to life..

And like miracles. 

All over.

She trapsed all over...

And gave thanks to the mother that raised this wild thing 

While cutting her loose 

To a world she'd learn from. 

Goodbye's are only fair wells. 

And I am only 

On my way.