At font of time with chalice pure
A boy irresistible to adore
Distills wisdom for his lyre
Could be sung to Buddha's pyre
For lust for peace never expire
So deep in us the cosmic fire
I sing to the stars to them smile
Dreaming of heaven just for a while
He hurled his heart devoted it
Showed his soul and bore what's there
Truth of Love cross visceral chambers writ
He has nothing left to declare