My soul
must reach
into the clouds
and touch
the beauty
of madness.

She burns like the sun
Beautiful when she comes undone
No restraints
Pure passion flowing through her veins
Madness refusing to be tamed.

There is a beast
within my heart.
She plays immaculately
with the beauty in my soul.

The amount of her madness
depends on the amount of her love.
If she is crazy, frantic, insane with you,
then simply stated . . .
She is in love with you.

I contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. This is my blessing. This is my curse. My heaven, my hell.

Intoxicate me with the beauty
and breath of your soul.
Leave such imprints on my heart
that you come to me in dreams,
and I will leave you with eternal light,
cherishing you until the end of time
through synchronicity,
through poetry,
through mystery
and undeniable energy.