Rain pouring up On the goals of life Electricity in space, reminds me of a place I thought I once knew A place of passion, a place of fire For the one we called sire The Lord above Fountains spit forth Bringing the haters, criminals, and liars Two halves divided Flying down the spiral steps to the depths of our heart And I think that even you know who Himself is Lord Rivers of stars slide together Streams of moons shine together We'll unite, as beams of light To fry the demons, the metaphors of life And we'll fly We'll fly to that place That place of passion, that place of fire
I must say that the word "Lord" rankles me. Though that's probably not the type of opinion for which you were searching. much love
I agree with osiris. And the title misled me!!! I thought it was going to be a cool kind of a sci fi, surrealistic poem. Sorry this doesn't strike my fancy.