Burnished moon, melancholy drive toward the  blue stars 

Lost in a night-dream, something is arising from the black veil

Here we are again, the vivacity of these spirits

walking in and out of my body 

Who could make you more alive? 

music that sends itself off from the ethers 

the near divine which is always following us 

the fate of your spirit in the many-theatres of your long lives.