Passion

Falcon flies Through linen blue skies With great speed he dives His talons sharp as knives He seems to be perfect in form And acrobatics in air he can perform But only small percentage of strikes is a kill Sometimes food from others he needs to steal Although towards perfection we strive And so does a falcon with his dive Neither can achieve it even from its own view No one does it from broader point of view Does true love conquer all? Is really divine human soul In procession of mind we can do it all In a dream of a child it is child that is in control The first catalyst let be continuity That needs no reference point let be If thought would be Parallel and beyond line on which catalysts resting be And this thought growing would be To see what we currently can’t see Our abilities would equal our dreams and philosophy We be masters of destiny We don’t have that yet but if we have love It all starts with love Perhaps with that we can unite with Gods above And in my soul her eyes ignite that kind of love