If but a minute of peace and joy
is granted us this day,
then love eternal have we known
in that moment that passed away.
 

From nothingness, it grew
I was not aware that it was
but it grew and became all
until I too was consumed.

Here it is, this emptyness,
purposeless agony
without surcease in sight.
I feared I would not survive.
But now I fear I might.
 

A cool clear stream
 upon the mountain’s side,
A sharp moist breeze
 to usher in the tide,

A rose that twines
 about a fallen blade,
Or the shadowing
 within the forest glade;

Behold the bindings on my heart,
this lonely love has made.

She danced upon Chaos like a Dream
and swirled her way about the stars
She imprinted us and gave us names
and then she left us here.

She kissed us on the forhead,
affection of a working mom.
Abandoned to career, 
we sought our own level.

Yes, now look what we’ve become.
Bored without discipline,
saturated with sweetness;
we sink in the morass of our greed.

Yet she still dances through the Dream
signing us to follow, I believe.