Passion

Passion's wings sail god-like

Over an ocean of whispers.

Talk to me, go with me, move with me

Like the currents of the wind or

The currents of the waves below.

Moving in, moving out,

Taking and giving in the

Dance of millenniums.

Cooling and warming until the

Now-moist air rises beneath the wing,

Driving passion higher, higher still.

What visions are made at this height,

Born aloft on the pulsing rhythm of

The Earth, like a heartbeat but bolder,

Like a wing flap but broader.

A vision of the greater life, greater joy

To be had when sailing on

Passion's wings.