Mad with passion, dancing, floating on soft brown earth,

Blue sky beckons, screaming naked ambition,

Traipsing through soft green tunnels that cling like a lover’s soft embrace.

Mad with passion, eyes ablaze, catching the sun’s soft rays,

The valley awakens, seeking, welcoming, fleeing the nights

Deathly stillness.

Mad with passion, the miles pass, each step marking unbridled pleasure,

A maniacal celebration of the senses, deep breaths taken in small measured stanzas,

That give into a desperate, wanting and measured desire.

Mad with passion, the miracle of the woods brings the soft kiss of the wind,

Caressing and cleansing every pore that permeates reality,

Allowing for that existence to keep moving forward.