I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves

I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves

And still, after all this time
The skies are free
And stars light up the sky

For the eyes of our descendants
Run my dear, for anything
Is better than to live
In the past, I’d prefer to

Leap into the spring of futures
Where your precious
Budding wings strengthen
My resolve to become

A better person, day after day
Month after month, I have
So much to learn, still
More to give, I know

There is a love in me
To lighten up the whole sky
The saint knows the path
Is a game with God

The mystic feels the flood
Even in tripping over joys
In the torment of the doom
Of the worst days,

And still, after all this time
The blooms are real flowers
And my eyes smile at delight
That fantastic mood of
The Beloved, being everywhere.