Zoning through clean atmospheres loving
the cypher,
no hidden snipers in the trees
along the righteous path;
rough it's been,
many trials,
plenty forgiven sins;
thanks given for eternity and infinity
and back regardless what's beyond
the sun, moon, and stars;
loving Love's story,
watching her continuous flow,
smoothly drifting,
looking cooler than a fan,
no stress,
regrets,
or feelings of neglect,
only thoughts of clouds in fingernails,
the world in your hands
and the light shinning throughout your vessel;
incredible,
the spectrum's inside these cosmic sections,
no need for direction,
the power of the light leads my ship,
and I'm loving it...