I stand on shattered mirrors, | |
Petrified, absorbing, reflecting, transmute, | |
...In dreams where ardent shapes cover the barren horizon, For a sudden moment i saw her, | |
Wearing no veils of illusion, hidden, | |
manifested but unseen | |
...To experience the inmost bloom, | |
One must pass the guardian of the threshold | |
And approach the locus of bone, | |
Are our dreams solely wandering | |
Between the abyss, earth and sky |