I Go Forth To Seek To Seek

There Is A Sacred, Secret Line In Loving Which Attraction And Even Passion Cannot Cross.

The Secret Of Secrets Is Inside Me Again.

Sunset In The Ethereal Waves: I Cannot Tell If The Day Is Ending, Or The World, Or If The Secret Of Secrets Is Inside Me Again.

A Land Not Mine, Still Forever Memorable, The Waters Of Its Ocean Chill And Fresh. Sand On The Bottom Whiter Than Chalk, And The Air Drunk, Like Wine, Late Sun Lays Bare The Rosy Limbs Of The Pinetrees. Sunset In The Ethereal Waves: I Cannot Tell If The Day Is Ending, Or The World, Or If The Secret Of Secrets Is Inside Me Again.

Call Me A Sinner, Mock Me Maliciously: I Was Your Insomnia, I Was Your Grief.