destructive hope

this is a different kind of hope
your eyes are beautiful as they are
they live their own life in my head
and I’m still drowning
inside these green rings
losing myself exploring
the deeps of the universe of you

I’m the shaman
with a duty to restore
to heal to dance
at the sound of ritual drums
summoning your sight
that has awaken the hero in me
so many times

I long connection
your mighty powerful anima
these eyes-lens
and artistic prism of your soul
I long that home
where light and friendship
can bloom and play