Fibre which seems so harder than earth
Four worlds too less to bear
Wind chimes and peals make a musical melancholy
To welcome the Palanquin Of Love
The clay borne is about to wear
A mystical selfless girth bound within
Frail doors show a lighted way
The lush of truth and yearn
Charms to capture the fountains beyond
And the radiance of dark withheld than ever before
Listless blue starts t speak
Guided rages wait to wear off
Feathers of another clay borne show
Thy could be lighter
A blissful sway waits ahead now
The journey through the Palanquin Of Love
