Capturing my thoughts, my breath,
My soul -
The dream of ecstasy,
Overwhelming diseased passions,
The clumsy upheaval of guitar serenades -
I listen listlessly,
Without thought,
Only passion upon passion,
Whatever the rustic fasion
Is
B-flat rifts,
Harmonic interludes,
Pentonic serendipity,
As ecstasy becomes the norm
Like the wafting air,
Plunging into lungs forever,
And ever
To the dawning of oblivion
I love endlessly -
A seamless dream -
Perfect melancholy,
Chaos perfected
