In the realm of sweet surrender,
My heart resides on a high shelf,
The contentment of its surroundings,
Lifes struggles with wonderments,
The knowledge it seeks out of grasp,
Filled with the eternal feeling of love,
Spiritually rising amongst the clouds,
The aura that glows fills the air,
Leaving traces of faery dust,
Sparkling in the moons light,
Fluttering through towns of amazements,
Seeking the half that has never been found.