By night what truth do we seek,
Wandering through the maze of thoughts
In our mind, as one, filled with love?
And gently your hands do touch
The contours of my welcome dreams.
awaken, prince, and bring me to life,
Find within me a burning flame,
Let us dance by the light of its passion
et the moon cradle the fantasy
For, by day, the sun shall scorn
Upon such worship to which we were born
15/11/99
