If I travel through air like birds
If my love traveled through spirit
Rough barren land caresses thy seas
As rivers growing old and perennial
They would wave away the dust as war halts slowly
When desert met rivers
I found an oasis in your love
And an ocean in your heart without turmoil
That was the captain of my lost soul
This is the last adventure until I reached center with a ghoul
Until we both found gold under a still silver lining
Circumambulated and emptied into the special wraith, our love

If dust turned to dust
Air turned to air
And ash turned to ashen hand
Everything lives and then dies like ripe fruit that hath fallen
All love needs is a little love to climb
Seraphim, cherub send us blessings in the form of amorous verses such we imbibe
I love thee like a daydream that is puerile indeed
I love thee like a paralyzing nightmare that is the agony
I'd rather be hurt by you
Than untouch your love without your passionate appeal
Let us search pleasure anew
I have many sorrows to keep
I have many sorrows to keep
Before I find the verdant mildew of thy warm sinew