A poem I wrote in 2013, turned into a song. The Endless Factory of Love. #indiefolk #psychedelic

I know not what stars may know the fiery furnace of how they glow the factory of each and every thing shot forth into the solar ring. in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance But I suppose it's just as well to believe in strange and magic spells and feel the vast and powerful space is just the background for your face. in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance That each and every star that shines where may live, in other climes, on worlds too distant to ever see some other race of humanity, in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance and all the chance that is their world has no meaning but for words these shinning stars that fill the sky a simile then, for your eyes. in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance We are brave to risk creation's shores; the grinding rock and metal walls, the hopes that ride the risks of chance in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance in hopes of what? but love's sweet dance. an endless factory of love and chance