You are a mystery,
Never a whispered mystery, rather a mystery sung by the roaring chorus of choirs
Bellowed by the rampant tempest and illuminated by the bonfires of love, loss, and passion
You are a painting
Never composed of ideas, rather light and shadow, silence and noise
Celestial faces and coarse hands
You are a well
A vast cauldron where hope and fear, dedication and impulse,
Never a whispered mystery, rather a mystery sung by the roaring chorus of choirs
Bellowed by the rampant tempest and illuminated by the bonfires of love, loss, and passion
You are a painting
Never composed of ideas, rather light and shadow, silence and noise
Celestial faces and coarse hands
You are a well
A vast cauldron where hope and fear, dedication and impulse,
are burned together
You are a pier
Forever dark, sensual, and profoundly moving
You are a pier
Forever dark, sensual, and profoundly moving
The origin where man and nature, man and God, and man and man collide
You are a torrent
Destined to surge away
Before the world pollutes its feral perfection
You are a torrent
Destined to surge away
Before the world pollutes its feral perfection






Thank you again!
15 old applause
