The veil is thin

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