Along with love
Is freedom in myself
And as the dancing mountain no longer has form
So my heart no longer has chains.
The sky is painted red
By eastern lands in synthetic vision
And the sky is morning roses
In the kiss of my blessed sun.
Twinkle now great moonlight
And speak immaculate thoughts
As white oceans of love
In the windy lights of morning.
Among the starry hills by the mountainside
Is the twinkling of love
As soft candles that light fires
Upon every thought moving in the wind.