Sometimes the surreal and the real rarely row apart.
Ascending and descending, into and out of reality I dart.
But if there was anything that could clamp me to permanence,
Nothing can be better than your beauty, your excellence.
The first step thrives me with thoughts of new roads to traverse.
The second, cowers my fears, crowning courage with your converse.
The third, trembles my worries to nothingness
as I behold the everlasting –
It gives me glory in breathing, a beginning, a benediction –
Beyond your beauty, beyond your embroidery –
Is my Love for your Being.