Belletristic blueprints draft tomorrow through their eloquence,
Through their rhymes, their hidden meanings, their secret codes,
Literary algorithms, embedded messages with meaning,
From their words rise spiral fusion, a la mode;
Windswept watermarks become the windows to eternity,
Through which its whispers form the consciousness of light,
Co-creating poems and promises, dreams and wishes, prayers and passions,
From the infinite pools that have no day or night;
Mellifluous melodies modulate as higher love vibrations,
Making magic out of music in the air,
Forming matrices, and galaxies, and symphonies, and harmonies,
Through believing in a universal prayer;
Raw, rhapsodic rhythms excite the hearts of men and angels,
Building pyramids and star gates with their beat,
Shooting up, as pulsing, flashing light, to the point of elevation,
Turning pages, while they’re turning up the heat,
Shooting up, as pulsing, flashing light, to the point of elevation,
Turning pages, while they’re turning up the heat.