There are places
beyond established space
where we don’t even know
between what could be
and what we will allow.
smile, sparkle like dew upon a sinuous vine,
draw to mind visionary peace, glorious release.
Soaring symphony emits from dangling clouds.
Echoes transfix adoring crowd below.
Ascent from sparring to “I know!
And ain’t it a pleasure so fine. See it shine.”
It’s not that thrill of awe shifts percipience,
serves to unfurl love’s star lit shrine.
Mortal life is a world revealing,
call of mystery our charming guide.