Now the time to gather our stones has come
The flowing nights that two souls will swim
We have pitched into the lovely dark waters
An ethereal write, our words can now begin...
Then by harvest trip into her consciousness
And the tunnel journey across her stargate
She lights the spiritual burning of my blood
But my symptom never wishing to shake...
The oblate sphere spins rounds her nature
With seraphic thought of her sweetest dew
By fate and furies we were brought together
As our ancient shrine now burns renewed...
My solar logos to her moonshine reflection
The move two in-phase as we jump in time
Her lunar rising to my setting sun dreaming
We float an embracing space and never mind...