Would you dare and would you dream,
Where lucid streams of beams beget,
The truth of what can truly be,
Which inspires us with its astonishing gleam.

Paths that cross on Heart emboss,
The soul with fragile lines of poetry,
Mercy, pity, therein we are free,
Two truths that soar divine like albatross.

Be our blessings so: what's mine is yours,
Be our time bold, bloated with magic,
So that our journey be epic, mythic,
As flutterby moments yield to a multitude of hours.