My weeping heart prolapses into Heaven
Pure beings never dreamed of violence
Pervaded by the spirit of sunlight scapes
My weeping heart sighs for a choir of fertile songs 

Glass plagues in suburban woodlands
crowned nourishment of the senses
Miserable woman dressed in blueberry bridges
Foolish Queen! 

A thousand seahorse dreams
Among the gunshot spheres of white ribbons
In the cherished image of femininity
Blessed is my weeping heart

O truly in anguished shapes I breathe life
Flags of liberation in fleeing delight
Seeking voyages of ancient guards
Youthful assaults once defended

O my weeping heart weeps out the seas of dim mirrors