From where have you come,
In this fading twilight, dwindling light and transient dusk,
With fragments of joy, ether, and love crumb?
And where are you going to be lost
Leaving behind the slew of talks,
Leaving behind the whims of everyday?
For in love one prevails, for in love one succeed
For in love, and not parting, shall one rise,
Let love be precious, of gold and gem.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin