Thinking about all those important questions, 
dreaming about myriads of enchanted dreams, 
love came by to hold my hand, 
whispering in my ear, 
kissing me on my lips, 
resting on a peaceful shore, 
pondering a placid sea, 
imagining ebbing tides and sun ripened oranges, 
picturing mosaic situations, 
coloring perfumed moments, 
as the grinning moon comes tumbling by, 
scarring the weeping sky, 
with so many epic losses. 
Thus love lands, 
grasping danger by the hand, 
tossing logic into the abyss, 
while complicity strikes a familiar chord, 
manifesting love vibes, 
into love action, 
unleashing distraction, 
beyond the realms of sustainability, 
circumventing reasonability, 
conditionally reconstituting beacons,
shining out to sea, 
guiding those that are awake, 
across the reef, 
safe passage, 
into Eden, 
a noble garden, 
where love is dropped, 
replaced by perfection, 
sacred creation, 
topped with haloed auras, 
mending bleeding hearts, 
midst magnificent garden floras, 
guiding wand'ring souls, 
to heaven's gate, 
through sheltered meadows, 
'cross stormy fens, 
winding and unwinding, 
springing along a divine path to God. 
I have not come to raise the dead. 
I have not come to guide the stars, 
or to measure time. 
I am not here to be enslaved, 
nor to be led or bled, 
chained or enslaved in some treacherous line. 
I have come to be brave, 
born to think intelligently, 
acting upon earth respectfully, 
with each heart beat, 
it's sanctioned breath I crave. 
Whether I crawl or run, 
if I flap or fly, 
perhaps soar, 
who knows what, 
there could well be more. 
What a jumble, 
revealing questions, 
each of us most surely ask, 
whether we tumble or fumble, 
each held to an iconic task. 
Whether to live, 
abiding simple threads, 
surrendering to austere days, 
or enlighten and enliven, 
creating splendid life, 
twisting Jah dreads, 
holding special mindful thoughts, 
blessed beyond ink and tattoos, 
less all the jive and poetry, 
all those lottery winnings bought, 
blatant wanton things, 
all for naught, 
all for naught. 
Gather gently, 
vital brilliance, 
precious stars that wondrous life brought. 
Embrace loving, 
ignore coveting, 
enlighten your sacred heart. 
Praise Creator and Creation. 
With hallowed soul I know, 
keeping precious faith, 
harboring Eden's promise, 
espousing glorious sound, 
brilliantly encompassed, 
all around,
compelled by trumpets and ecstatic joy, 
sustained by vibrant foundation, 
still I question my station, 
walking hand in hand, 
with my loveless accomplice, 
miraculous reincarnation.