Her lips were blossoming roses on a spring eve,
her eyelashes fluttering in the breeze like a butterfly
Her skin soft, hugging me as cloud would hug a rainbow
Frolicking in the meadows of her pristine forest,
I see the world anew
The veil is thin and the night is indigo
The moon is bright, marble in the ether
The witching hour is upon us
Translucent is the veil that covers us
A fever dream, on a breezy Antioch night
A familiar face, smiling in delight
Intensely sensing the heartbeats of the gods
Reading the minds of the crowds
Floating together through the city, crossing miles in no time
We are alone amidst the Karasu and Afrin rivers,
Two river spirits, exploding with no bounds
Dark gifts running amok, gently sweeping you into a trance
Helping you through the prism, in a glorious dance
Freeing is this flight, splendor all around,
Strengthening the timeless ties of love and hate alike
Capable of supernovas and big bangs, hope is all around
Akasha, Isis, and Roman pride, are all but a fleeting memory of the past
