Of people, of ideas, of jewels
Of music, of prayers, of laughs
Of drugs, of glances, of guilt
Of fire, of water, of storms
Of, you know, those
Naturally occurring pulls toward
I’d go further than that in fact
That trust, that magnetism
People swaying, ideas playing
Clusters of jewels, mountains of music
Mosques, synagogues, chapels, churches
Prayer, laughter - those hugs of civilisation
No longer scared of sideways glances
No more by guilt to be bound
Neither from the fire, nor from the water
Instead to embrace the reviving storms
