Cascading reams of oceanic foam,
Reflecting the unretracting, still expanding freedom,
That brews in the eyes of divinity like you .
The emotion of euphoria was identical in scope,
When I threw my soul into salvation
As when your arms drew me close.
The licence to dream past rationale ,
Finds equal measure in the cult of angels
As in the eternal substance of our dreams.
And the balcony where we lay our feet,
Supports the greatest of our desires.
To reside in the eyes on the other.
The universe of our minimal comprehension
Is given in every way of substance,
To those who hold another in their heart.
