I saw your City in the Sky.
Wood and steel suspended from the sun,
what happens, my love, when it rains?
The scent of your great oaken doors opening onto the universe -
the most beautiful view.
I feel all your people, walking by,
you learn the rhythm in your heart
when you traverse the sky.
Where do all those tree roots grow?
From where does their water flow?
Amazing place, this is, your City in the Sky,
all decked-out in water-coloured gaiety and crayon scribbles.
I can see the invisible streets - for each stone is graven with
the story of thy life.
You must yet teach me to read them, my love, all the way through this time.
But it is not yet finished, and many blank spaces are yet to be filled.
The Ending is quite clear, though, somehow our hearts are tied.
Hold my hand as we walk through the platinum gardens,
full of flowers and streams that are living more peaceably than we.
Your city is so lovely, should have stayed awhile.
I could have fallen for love, will you follow me, now?
Past the concrete boulders and black iron chains of your life,
to a road less perfect, to find perfection in the end?