From the darkness of my mind I see,the woman that my heart would free,
through words of which no lips might speak,my soul shall reach it's vital peak.
And I as angels long since dead,can merely hang my war scarred head,and ponder now the end of love.
I've journeyed time and space,and find,that love itself is not of mind.
It's not of what we see or hear ,it's neither far nor neither near.
But love is what we give away,that brings again a love someday as the cooing of the dove.
What price I ask shall be given thee,that from loves ways you'll soon be free?
For without price it bends and sways,this love that gently shapes our way and calls us
to the dreamers sea.
Teysar 2009