Horizon of the soul

The World We Dreamed

Under endless skies, clear, blue and fertile
Yours and mine to see what's there
Let the heavens thunder alight with force
Pulsing hard through the moist summer

Heated touch, warm blood rising
Holding you always firm and strong
Open land for us to explore
I will take you deep in the moist summer

Love it for what it is

You could not "save" the world
  even if you had a plan
  even if you had the power
  even if it had to be saved
For it is formed in a type of perfection
  a perfect representation
  of scoundrels, fools, friends
  of broken souls and the confused
These too are our fellow man
  as much as companions
  as much as play mates
  they complete the landscape
Knaves and the kind and thieves and genius
  all play their roles with aplomb
  smile, enjoy, and take it in
  you too are of this perfection