Analysis of Held Up in High

I am held up without a break
opening the door of quest,
The love drifts through my heart in wave
from the the earth to the cosmos,
And amidst the ocean the tide springs up in chorus.

The way the soar is seated on the shooting star,
in confluence with the free flow of ardour
and the eternity of the timeless splendor,
In-all takes me  to the outer.

A zero rhyming waves from the free sky
And is tripped out in high
This paradise rise catches my eye.