How Was Life Really Created Poem by David Pyrs

When all of life was created.
With “No one will ever see all of it” in mind.

In unknown kinds, shapes, types & more.
Enough to outlive the stare of any mortal soul.

These creations - all part of music in life.
Each a tune. Sound of fine wine.

Then the obvious became clear; no one ever would see them near.
So there and then love was born. For little taste of what’s to behold.

Reserved only for the brave hearts.

Locked away from crazy minds.

For the deserving, it would unveil & showcase all life as private
play. Packed in time when passion strikes & two hearts cause
thunder blasts.

When skin on skin cause volcanoes.
Lips clinched together give rise to perfect chaos.

Your endless mind is chained by a mortal moment -
While deep divine memory is carved by the other part.

Sun seizes to matter for times.
Heat is being formed in every move of your palms.

Sun rises & rivers come. Mountains unleash all the raw with the
unknown.

There two hearts beat side by side & let life take it's love back