My soul sailed oceans of time;
my mind wandered endless deserts
my body walked through heaven and earth
all of me seeks you.
I live in the unholy sanctum,
and my sins tint the holy river
now my poetry bleeds onto paper,
and my love transcends our Maker.
Oh… I wonder if the last of the great empires knew
that love would be their power and doom
because in the legends of gods and devil,
we exist as sun and moon.