A spectacular world...

I was lost in holy imagination,
Imagination that creates worlds that come true,
Within the fathomed pleasure of desolation,
I always saw life within my own view...

Let the dreams blossom,
A crystal dressed in pure silk,
The scent of camphor in its pure form,
Each enjoyable form of thick and thin...

It was only with covered eyes,
That I felt the zeal,
When we laughed at white lies,
When we always stood free...

Freedom is the most mocked,
Yet it's so easy,
But yet it's the most difficult of them all,
So its vain contradicts it into being so hazy...

When her gaze moved beyond the window,
She realised she curdles a holy mans blood,
For every man can create sorrow,
But she believed she could morph lust into love...

For love is still a selfish game,
But yet its the only thing that survived,
Survival that walked hand in hand with hate,
That passion that kept us alive...

He will thank the egg,
She will thank the sperm,
But this world thanks unity,
A round of applause for wisdom...

The flexibility of water,
Weds the solidity of the Earth,
A secret mocks them with silent laughter,
When we see glum we realised life's true worth...