The Search For Passion

Our passion has to be of the same kind,
How can a world exist between two people if they do not at the
Least share the same brand of passion?
I know that finding your own passion is not easy,
It is perhaps more difficult to find someone who matches your own.

When you do find that, it’s as though
The sun and moon will never chase each other again,
They don’t have too anymore,
Day and night can be united.

But that would be chaos,
The starlings would be blinded,
The owls would be blinded
The rabbits would be disoriented,
The coyotes would be disoriented
There would be no more time
No more sunsets or rises,
No more man’s in the moon.

I understand that fire would fight fire,
And I don’t care, let it come.
Let all the birds be blind and
Let all the mammals be disoriented
As long as you hold your passion inside and above my own.

The sky will ripple with ribbons of destruction and rebirth.
The Earth won’t be able to hold all the passion you have
The passion will go out to the universe, to space and separate galaxies
Then it will be grounded and come back to us, ‘
Thousands and thousands times bigger then it was when it
First left.

Find this passion, without it
You will be more lost then you
Were before you even thought of
Creating something for yourself.