To no where,
to the promised land,
...to the hole.
 
When we reach the sea
we probe the skies of mind
for blood,
the wine of the divine.

In clouds,
serpentine dreams manifest
both maddening and holy.

There's fire and a beast
and the storm still rages on.

Under a blood red moon
deserts melt to glass,
oceans dry up
and the elements retreat 
within themselves...

Now there's nowhere left to hide...

And I can sense your presence
beaming through clouds
of tempestual persuasion.

Now we can be,
if you'd see
we're dreaming
my love,
my sacred dear.

You and I are one
where day and night unite
forever.

Surrender completely
to the void
and collapse
from where we come.

Drift no more
and meet us here.

I want to touch your face
like warm sunshine
on this clearest day.

©1998 by David Bozzi