Mankind

I hear the voice of Ray
Crying within, the dawn of days
Where my trans-lucent art
In the body art of Love


Took flight, in the flight of doves
Drawn, in the shape of Love
Where my verses, 
Belong to the song of Birds 

Where I exist, in the thunderstorm
Manifesting, in total recall
The paths of freedom
Let the hidden truths unfurl
the meaning of love

Under the violet sky,
Written in the DreamWorks of love.