A sense of endless wonder
At the breathing universe
Where desires never die but grow – –
Worshiping wine and offering
Warm rough palms that women love and curse
Living life on the slippery edge
Of an adrenaline-charged today
Let not the muddled mind leave
Footprints on the restless heart
Of tomorrow or yesterday.
Time is vicious thief, my friend
And “What is life but to dance?”
To the holy strains of the santuri
To celebrate the eternal madness
Of Life’s whirlwind romance.