Truly Transcended

Betwixt a mental notion

and a rock is where I stand,

and the grandest thoughts 

of her and I proliferate. 

In far away places 

where the clouds don't fill the sky

have I pictured her, myself and I,

uplifted miles high-

never guessing what what a moment brings,

or singing so in vain,

the euphoria we feel transcends

the essence of our brain.

Mutual seduction hides

in corners not unseen,

and our teeming mind unwinds

the days of futures' play foreseen.

We are omniscient, 

my muse and me.

We know everything.

We know everything,

but nonetheless

the stress is absent.

oh sweet caress 

and hopes of passion,

fill our lungs with colourful

Madness,

while sulking in self-pity is

Sadness.