upon our evening when the sun fired
blanks there rode the sickness out
of our sight carried torches burned
out long before it's time among
these ruins where our love to be
found ambition falters when no
better is to be known cling to the
unfounded pride death to our belonging and
our ministy of two set the higher
standard and to a greater fall descend slaves
to one another and to others be
it not soothing be temptation force
the conscience to a halt caused
a high vibration a tender light
to be part of you the two-way escape