Our rift is a gift to me,
Silence everywhere,
Silence on the hills,
In the wills of desires,
In Honeydew land
Red crimson comes calling
Freely as we surely land
Into the hands of God,
With the wands of love
And life I arise into
Heavens unseen
By the world
Into infinite mindscapes,
Many landscapes,
Use your tongue,
Say sweet words
To me, loving eternally.
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