My love, you’ve opened yourself
to freedom from a dance you never wished to start
My heart, my bride, with unfathomable pride
we part here now, but our lathe will turn again

you’ll be sent out to sea
Or maybe to the clouds
Among the stars we shall dance
When our hands meet below six cellars
You cannot be bound
by five senses, nor the ground
You cannot be tamed
by disease or earthly sway

In time we will have climbed the same
Staircase to the above
In time we shall embrace
Atop the same starface, so divine
And we’ll never once again know
What it means to be cold
And we’ll never once again be
without our love to be seen
We’ll never part again when I find my blessing once more in the hereafter

My dear, Goodbye

Goodbye

My love, Goodnight

Goodnight