Beauty use me,
when there is no air for my lungs and no water for my thirst,
and cascading dreams are drowning in the tumultuous fire of the world,
look deep inside me and fill me with the spirit that lives to breathe life
and fill me with heavenly waters of the soul,
keep me to your bossom,
embrace my matchless love and take hold of this power that yearns to break free,
if only passion could sit dormant a while to build momentum
and erupt like a volcano some day,
earnestly waiting