No rivers made of gold
No heaven to behold
Without your name humming softly in the air
No mountain tops so high
No cloud where  bird or angel fly
Without your light and warmth raining over them
No celestial cosmic flow
No paradise may unfold
Without the magic stars that swirl deep within your eyes
No flames dance upon the sun
No sin burns within the devils grin
Could burn as incandescently or as luminous as your heart
No moment or no breath
No beat or pulse of mine
That is not made into this dream
Where my heart lays at your feet
And my love sits in your hands