In you I find infinite distractions
Depths in which to plunge my heart and soul
Peaks and valleys
Far places and near
Borrowing nectar from your lips
To sustain myself
In my travels
My goal
To break bread with you once more goddess of this Eden
And tell you about all that I have seen
That I might ignite the fires of your mind
Meet the needs of your body
And comfort your soul
Every day
And for all time
Depths in which to plunge my heart and soul
Peaks and valleys
Far places and near
Borrowing nectar from your lips
To sustain myself
In my travels
My goal
To break bread with you once more goddess of this Eden
And tell you about all that I have seen
That I might ignite the fires of your mind
Meet the needs of your body
And comfort your soul
Every day
And for all time
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This one is titled "Fire and Ice"
Fire. Sometimes it's hot. But more often it's cold.
Ice. Sometimes it's cold. But more often it's hot.
How does someone determine the worth of heat?
How does one determine the worth of power?
It is impossible to find some things out.
How can it be decided that one is truly dead?
Is death possible or is it like heat?
Is death sometime hot, but more often cold?
No one knows. All there is is darkness.
Darkness is the soul of man.
Darkness within the power of man.
Darkness everywhere.
Fire and ice. Cold and hot.
Truly is there anything more dark than the flames of fire?
Fire and ice. Hot and cold.
Are there any truths about the universe?
Fire and ice. Cold and hot.
Can you even feel it?
Fire
Ice