Love In The Abstract

I want to circle your mountain's passage Which had greeted many men without any baggage Then I will lower down my own mighty ship As I prepare to land upon your readied landing strip. You will direct me in as I begin to land You will take over my controls in your loving hand Then will come the ecstasy of the landing and boarding As I gaze upon your mountains from pleasures rewarding. Though no one ever will know who you truly are As I will keep that mystery locked away in my brains reservoir, Pluck out my eyes and my ears and even remove my tongue Then in my soul you will remain with the last breath from my lung. If I were a pilot you would be my journey's end, my final destination As you are my soul, and my only true salvation; Just think! To live any life and not ever to fall deeply in love All that I could ever say, 'what are we really created of"? Randy L. McClave