Lost in love, drunk with passion, stumbling
The watcher within waits for the dance, to give form to rhythm
It was a dream, the flight of angels, leaping in the light
A million refractions from the point of a pin
Each ray, a prayer, unbroken in the night
Lost in madness, like Romeo in his cups
Drinking to the dawn, a sweet and bitter potion
Like Tristram and Isolde who met their fate in a cave
Impaled on the bright spikes of desire
They crawled back into the earth to sleep, stirring nevermore
Lost in time, in the clever whispers of the world
Wind tossed and weary like Odysseus, compelled
To eat the lotus, to drink the hemlock, to relinquish all care
Socrates found what he was looking for in the dregs of despair
A longing to hold what cannot be held, to measure the fathomless deep
