Dearness of the dearest, would I get to taste
Oh my beloved divine!
Perils of the petty mind play delirious wits
Insipid may I turn, to change and
Churn into a ball of fire
That falls into you.
Ash or Amber, soar or slither
Know not I, for in you I seek to soak.
To be blasted by your energy tornado wondrously insane.
Swoosh me up that I shake
Till I shed until all that's left is
A magnanimity that's overwhelmingly You!!
Make an evanescence of me.