Ecstasy
Here's to a lifelong misapplication of Divine Love A desire to lose the self and replace it with nothing An emptiness like a starry night where everything is out of reach There is progress in this darkness A slow motion through trees hands outstretched and bumping into things that create shapes and meaning If the fingers curl and pull there is a method left to fill the recesses with something beyond the things we try to avoid The empty spaces between everything are full of distant stars bursting with energy and fire like a single note hovering above an orchestra that brings you to tears A correct application of Divine Love may be nothing more than everything that we miss in the shadows between things A vast unseen world of choice and regret and of letting go The depth of a hole is not the thing It's the fear that grips us as we peer over the dark edge and jump in