G.R. Gaus (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

A perfect world, a hiding place,
Left alone, to dwell in peace,
Creating dreams, in secret space,
And harmony, will never cease.

Drifting clouds, o're mountains high,
Softly floating, billowing bright,
Forming mushrooms, an endless sky,
As empty air, engulfs the night.

Sailing solo, on wings of the sea,
A hundred miles, from distant shore,
Deepened soul, yearning free,
Deep below, dark ocean floor.

Imagine space, no time exists,
Billions of stars, fill the eyes,
Effortless motion, nothing resists,
Infinity journey's, the galaxy skies.

A being on earth, a perfect world,
Alone to dwell, a secret space,
Spinning dreams, endlessly whirled,
Left in peace, a hiding place.