Stardust scattered upon the roofs,
I ask You to let me guard the Universe’s truths!

Grant me a voice, that rings and sings,
Grant me a morning, grant me all that I desire—I shall protect You, I call it out,
I cry with fire!

Grant me powers, grant me wings,
Let me help, let me see, give me sight,
For I am the King — the King of Light!

Guardian gods of the separated souls,
I ask You not to lie, but to make me whole… Show me the spell,
on the leaf of the Beech,

Let me live, let me taste, let me speak,
Let me see it—through a sign You teach.

Cobwebs cling to the book,
I am old and still I look—
For the potion of what’s true,
Is it You who walks me through?

Thunderclaps and lightning’s blaze,
Clouds are battling above the bay,
I cry aloud; mirror mirror,
show me the way!

Let me see—who is the King
of this Land today?

Is oneness found in the One or the other
in the being that belongs to him of her,
who is a he of you and me,
and is a yours within the mine?

To be honest is to be alive,
We see the morning in the stars in the sky.
At the end… life drifts further from me,
Where could I be?
I’m standing still at the edge of the sea,
And I leave the Earth… a key.

When we lay down beneath the tree,
Above the green grass, wild and free.
A thousand zeroes spin in the air,
And all I could feel…
was the weight of despair.
I can be sorry — and I am,
Falling toward you, like time through sand.

Lies fall to me — so stay with me.
Can’t you see?
That our death… is meant to be.
Not an ending, not goodbye,
But a truth that waits beyond the sky.

God is a He in the Her of His own,
in the Hers of all that is —
a Being that is Yours within Me.

Falling star, from life, out of death,
falling stars, from life, an origin past,
a star falls, from life, from its own today,
falls a star, from life, from the old far away.