Sail on silver wings

through this storm

what fortune love may bring

back to my arms again

the love of a former golden age.



I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.

For, now that wheels are turning,

I find my faith deserting me...



This night is filled with cries of

dispossesed children in search of Paradise.

A sign of unresolve that,

envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on.



I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.

When memory bears witness to

the innocence, consumed in dying rage!



The way lies through our love;

there can be no other means to the end,

or keys to my heart...

you will never find.



You will never find!





(The Garden of the Arcane Delights