Spiral

The hour of souls is the night by your side

the whisper of angels, your breath

I sleep behind the moon

with your slender hand in mine

The ceiling is gone

above me spins the spiral shaft

spinning round and round

above me spins the spiral shaft

The first day of spring is the light in your eyes

the core of the fire, your voice

I walk on the surface of the sun

with your slender hand in mine

The ceiling is gone

above me spins the spiral shaft

spinning round and round

above me spins the spiral shaft