I see a vision unperceived
By slumbering, withered Eye
Not all the efforts of ordained Priests
Yield such visions of holy symmetry

Enamoured to the mystic climes
My Soul's Debauchery
Renouncing Realism
To feel and fathom Sky

I see Seraphs singing sweetly
Their auras drenched in colour
They visit me discreetly
Watering me as a flower