Left wrong and went right,
spiritual uplift took flight;
soaring into unknown time zones,
spots fit for kings and queens,
purple robes and golden rings;
coasting through soulful atmospheres,
places garnished with diamond chandeliers
and crystal clear dinner ware,
physically aware at scenes that seem
as if a heavenly dream;
consumed with a p.e.a.c.e
totally void of grief,
smiling so hard artist painting all 32 teeth,
not sharpened because there is no need
to unleash the beast;
loving my zone,
admiring foreign lands as my own home,
assimilating to dialects
in future retrospect,
loving my queen minus disrespect and neglect
only giving mutual reciprocated intellect
and unadulterated sex;
making love an action word
adding tones of melodious moans
as conjugated verbs,
grammatically correct as our auras
cosmically connect;
once I finally left wrong and went right
my earthly flight transformed
from happy to joyful life...