Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel.

When A Man's Hand Touches The Hand Of A Woman, They Both Touch The Heart Of Eternity.

In The Depths Of Your Hopes And Desires, Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond, And Like Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow, Your Heart Dreams Of Spring. Trust The Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

The Human Heart Cries Out For Help; The Human Soul Implores Us For Deliverance; But We Do Not Heed Their Cries, For We Neither Hear Nor Understand. But The Man Who Hears And Understands We Call Mad, And Flee From Him. Thus The Nights Pass, And We Live In Unawareness; And The Days Greet Us And Embrace Us. But We Live In Constant Dread Of Day And Night.

Is Not Dread Of Thirst When Your Well Is Full, The Thirst That Is Unquenchable?

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.