more than I, more than you,

more than the moods of seasons and the madness of dreams,

it is always here,

always here,

sacred silence lights the way

where death is beautiful,

where, always here,


unborn children,

abandoned by angels,

grieve in a desolate sky,

O Mystical One, give me strength

to be counted as your lover

in the face of this oblivion.

this nowhere,

this here,

always here,


unbearable blindness,

endless heart-rain of fire,

crystal bodies raised on pyres of despair,

O Mystical One, accept this prayer,

from these empty hands,

from this naked place,

the mountains, oceans and deserts

are singing your name