White rose perfume go with thee

on thy way unto thy shaded tomb

low music doth fall

lightly as autumn leaves

about thy solemn pall.

Faint incense rises.

O'you, you fell away from me my love,

like all earthly things vanish

into death cold mysteries.

Serpents marked with azure rings

cathedrals where rich shadows fall,

things strange curious solemn saviour.

You promised me laughter in autumn days,

now I can't awake from this lucid haze.

I can't awake to laugh with you I'm so weary.

Claws upon my flesh and statues of lost soul s

dominate this house.

Angels have no pity,

their wings have turned to stone.

Come travel naked lovers

beyond all dimensions of Heaven

and lie enchanted forever

in the lucid garden of dreams.

In all animate sources and creations

of belief we travel seas of illusions

that begin at our dreams.

Ethereal architects masters of all faith.