Far above we soar
Ascending, into the true domain,
Higher than the stars,
Over the gleaming "caravain"
We must vault for love, -
Into view of all form
In a unique form above
In a realm where the dorm
On which angels do ride,
Plainly gyre;
Where the paramount line
Circles the sphere,
Where differences aren't feared
Where good and evil combined
Meet me then there, Darling Dear,
And we will walk across that divined.