SPIRIT ZONE

From the fire that flames within Comes the Spirits tingling Searing, tearing, existential clearing And from atop mountain head In the silence we meet In the hissing of the warm orange sun Face to Face in the regions of the far outback From the diamond, the blue and the sapphire and the black From the electric and the cold, From the cauldron and the clash And from our hearts beating in syncopation’s wash And on the warm winds of loves heated heart beat Returning from there all seems so pristine & new And so quickly veiled, but still again to Spirit Zone We can travel anew to embrace our hearts desire And to again taste the near fruited heat of fire