It's the beauty I give you
in the art less known to a non wandering soul
within modern shape of the world
deprived of the ideals, taking its final toll

It's the thoughts I give you
in your sleepless, darkest hours
of all the divine
within you that empowers

It's the high I give you
the fearlessness of the ones who dare
all the abstract and shapeless
atomic particles of the essence
no form could ever compare

For you are the airt
and the wind gone wild
thus all my loving I give you
tween these lines
for a single touch of your being, gentle and mild