So many times... when that feel arrived...
i’ve questioned pondered deeply it’s source...

Buried deep in my mind...yet too rich to describe...
an inenarrable indefinable voice...

When it touches my soul...and caresses my heart...
like a torch leaving smoke in its wake...

A momentous role...a significant part...
at that point then my life is at stake....

See the danger here is a inner thing...
unexposed to the rays of the sun...

And yet many times it’s just pain it brings...
you may search for a win and find none...

It’s no fairytale nor a chronicle you can pick up
and read when you choose...

It’s that hurt when you’re gone...
it’s that joy when you’re near...
it’s buoyant, yet aching...it’s you...

It’s an old feeling shared long long ago...
since the epic of Adam and Eve...

Was once used by Delilah...spun her web like a spider...
in the end was still used to deceive...

Touches you at the core...
have you yearning for more...
like a baby who cries for the breast...

When you’re fed it you soar...
sweet love knocks at your door...
mixed emotions too wild to express...

And then suddenly spining around and around...
leaves you dizzy, excited and new...

Not a merry-go round...carpet ride off the ground...
it’s just magical, earthly...it’s you...