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