• Unto the heavens, come through I too,
    To live thine life and spend it with you,
    For in the heart thy know it be true,

    Enchanted is it not,
    As we gaze unto the sky,
    Intrigued in fantasy,
    Of miraculous textures,
    The light engraved,
    Unto the sky we gaze,
    Enchanted is it not,

    Fragrant the night and day,
    As we gaze unto the sky
    The swooning blades,
    Bending to the will of the winds,
    At the dawn of the afternoon,
    Hand in hand,
    Unto the sky we gaze,
    Fragrant the night and day,

    And the tender warmth,
    Enveloped around thy chest,
    Held strong to the beat,
    Of resounding music,
    Of the harmony of life,

    Where the light wanes,
    As infinitely before,
    And still the incense,
    Of the world long sleeping,
    Denies to subside,
    Into the dusk we lay,

    Refined leathers tucked around,
    Whilst soft breath eases thy mind,
    A sigh, A whisper,
    Enchanted is it not...

    Unto the heavens, come through I too,
    To live thine live and spend it with you,
    For in the heart thy know its true,
    Unrelenting, my need for you...