Essence of air in
The urge to dream
The urge delve
And the urge to scream!
'A tiny little canopy lives
Beneath the shelter within
And so beyond the fragment edge that meets those
Lie down and still
They become a- float instead of bubble and buzz.
Combined thought-feeling turn into wonder
We have a wonder land going on and no-one ever told us!
Ajar we throw the door, and bring in mounds and mounds of feeling-color
Our chest is giant and hollow ready to speak a song from a depth so deep.