• On a wing of lover's dreams,
    Down the spiral of our mind,
    Many beauteous Crystal Scenes,
    Unfold the perfect land to find.

    At rainbows end the perfect gems,
    Create new colors to the human eye.
    Ne’re aeons when what once had been
    The Gods reflect as time can fly.

    There yonder Heavens marbled gate,
    The womb of precious gossamer thread,
    Wherein the melt of lover's fate
    With God's great heart is truly wed.

    The unions of the sweetness melt,
    Of all that's pure in flakes sublime,
    Love himself in passion felt,
    To blend and merge his halls of time.

    So to this Crystal womb of light,
    All that mankind as precious knows,
    To faerie weave in laughter bright,
    This one this one, perfect rose.

    So look upon this perfect rose,
    No words describe,
    No perfect prose,
    Come near the beauty of this flower,
    Cast by love's hand,
    In lovers power.