G’s Ideal Smile

I

Green writhes – to break free from a labyrinth

In black and white walls, squares replicate

Where should be Spirit, in solid states

Souls spawn as statues, pawns ugly-mouthed

Devoured by human flesh. In limbo,

Soul petrified into stone, surrounds

Life, as she breaks free of spiritual death

II

In the illusion of materialism, you,

Going fast to survive the traffic wall, your form

A smile, from its sprout of green Spirit

Erupts now – breaks me apart from its illusion

You saw me again, my true-love Queen

III

Your laughing Spirit, seen thru your beauty,

The Ideal touches my soul, wins your approval,

My wings open to you, my Spirit flies

The Light of your Soul released, my Queen,

When you smile

IV

The thought of your smile breaks open again

A game of joy in oppression, Love is:

Our ambiguous image; Beauty, our hypnotic spiral;

Our joined hearts, riddle to a chessboard,

Trying to dig from – dig ourselves out of a dystopia,

Our Spirits – released unto each other