Sweeping throughout the stars,
As they pass deep within me.
With light upon my fingers,
In glorious flames so new.
Stand throughout the darkness,
In the courage of new sight.
Live among the angels,
With the worlds around your hands.
Being is not itself,
But is soon to ever be.
As the present is not forever,
Yet forever shall always be.
Make for me a new image,
From home when forever leaving.
As gloriously as the leaves,
With prints that come from heaven.
And dance with me,
In songs eternal.
With flames and lights below,
As the shadows in times present.