Let love alone 1

How is it that you love?

Do you love in pain or in the need for ecstasy?

For long have men quarrelled in this world and that

over the need for trans

over the gauzes of riverines and seas

and over the islands given by thee

But never over love have they innate sought

the help of warriors of the golden flock

Deep in us is that supreme bliss-

The call for a romantic to the alpian cliffs,

Yet we search for it not

Lost in the mysteries of what is but a thought.

Mind the ruler of all that is with you,

of all that is in the skies and of all

lost from view.

Grow, stand and let the skies wander

Let the trans grow to thunder

And then, you can always in glee

Call it back to surrender to thee.