RMC

The drive that heart gets,
is just is what is.
Whether it loves silence
and for miles loves to quiz.

The depths I see I want to be
inside my own holding on.
The chaos is never lost upon
those who rise under this dawn.

Gone and all along this path,
wrath has had its grasp.
Laugh until the absurd
speaks wisdom making love last.

Delve down upon the lawn,
gone are songs for the fright of dawn,
when you can see that it is long
before those we want to belong sing along. 

Bring the nurture of smiles miles,
daffodils in winter chill.
So let the best beat from my chest,
get that love get that thrill.

Drive for loyalty and trust,
one must do what they must,
to be themselves in comfort
not just in some irrelevant lust.

Dust waits for all I’m appalled
at what the soul let’s itself get scaled.
It’s not worth a bit of any fit,
to aquit the look that eyes get in peaceful calm.