Sheer Ecstasy

There are moments of sheer ecstasy the likes of opening windows reflecting on a million panes of glass that is like windows opening when you fall through a vortex without time, when your mind is-not your mind; it's when your own -coronal magnetic field creates a solar wind, a gateway to your soul and you glide with the now and eternity. Between certainty and uncertainty there are moments of sheer ecstasy too countless to remember whenever, whenever I'm near you. Metaphysical speaking, we are all-stars- turning back to dust. But while I'm here- holding you, I'm a star drunk in a stupor- waiting for one more moment in time to kiss you.