To say to you our union's hue
is all I wish to do,
so let's lie down
our fate unfound
and let the colors choose.

There's green beneath
these waves of sleep;
the sheets we speak between
keep words of gold
within their folds
no lip nor tongue nor cheek can hold.

The dreams that bring the warmth of oneness
keep the cold at bay
and makes of us a mote of dust
on sunlight swept away.

As we trade our blues and greys
for the white of water, red of rocks,
the pink of sparks they spray
stop like stars in space and stay.

In this way love is made.