Blue silk softness, sweet and pure
Fire inside invades and cures
Slipped into my deepest soul
Mystic silver moon behold

Surprised I freely walked inside
Swam the rapids till I died 
Rose again to surf the tide 
Of reality on the other side

Truth is beauty I am told
In my cauldron burnished bold
My spirit melts like precious gold
I'm poured into a simple mold

In this heart the fiery burn
Leaves me pure with what I learned
What future place or future time 
Will leave me burnished give me shine

 © Paul Viel 2001