Chain of High States

The stars are replenished with heaven,
Heaven the happiness in sublime,
Sublime, the peak where joy is winning,
Winning with ecstacy as the clouds,
The clouds of high minds dashing with light,
With light on their passage to splendour.
Splendour, the garden where the hearts bloom,
Bloom into flowers bright like the fairies,
Fairies captivating in their forms,
Their forms pale that bedazzle with wings,
With wings of the butterflies luring,
Luring eyes to perceive beauty.
Beauty in their vision is smiling,
Smiling with the vigour of meadows,
Meadows where the horses are sprinting,
Sprinting with gladness vast in the arms,
The arms of liberty which heartens,
Heartens their passions into the wind.
The wind storming furiously across,
Across the streaming silver river.
River vibrant in its mood man fishes.
Fishes the feeling he nets with pen.
With pen as he sinks into the realm,
The realm of wondrous stories that glow,
That glow like the birds lit by the stars.