I Wrote My Will Across The Sky,

The Printing Press Is The Greatest Weapon In The Armoury Of The Modern Commander.

The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous... For They May Act Their Dream With Open Eyes, To Make It Possible.

Some Of The Evil Of My Tale May Have Been Inherent In Our Circumstances. For Years We Lived Anyhow With One Another In The Naked Desert, Under The Indifferent Heaven.

We Lived Always In The Stretch Or Sag Of Nerves, Either On The Crest Or In The Trough Of Waves Of Feeling.

I Loved You, So I Drew These Tides Of Men Into My Hands/and Wrote My Will Across The Sky In Stars