The holy eye is radiant above you,
dear lady and my friend.
The kingdom has fallen into never-ending pieces.
The sun king has thrown down his heart.
For you have impressed him
with your pious grace.
Your tears are now flowers
as wrongdoing is forgotten.
Millions of colors
like oceans of light
are behind the echoes of your mind
in the dreamy mountains of repentance.
Your heart is now the flowering of stars like water.
You can never beckon the demons to your side.
For peace is now king of your heart,
like sliding ice in the glaciers of love.
Your hair is now sunlight.
Your hands are now without form
as light glares itself from every tower in the sound of freedom.
Kind and glassy is your eye
in this little stream of unrelenting promise.