White rose perfume go with thee
on thy way unto the thy shaded tomb
low music doth fall lightly as autumn leaves
about they solemn pall.
Faint incense rises.
O'you, you fell away from me my love,
like all earthly things vanish into death's cold mysteries.
Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals
where rich shadows fall,
things strange curios solemn saviour.
You promised me laughter in autumn days,
now I can't awake from this lurid haze,
I can't awake to laugh with you, I'm so weary.
Claws upon my flesh and statues
of lost souls dominate this house.
Angels have no pity, their wings have turned to stone.
Come travel naked lovers beyond all
dimensions of heaven and lie enchanted
forever in the lucid garden of dreams.
In all animate sources and creation of belief
we travel seas of illusions that begin at our dreams.
Ethereal architects masters of all fate.