Seconds are becoming thirds,
A lie as white as snow –

The angel opens her eyes,
Psirens singing from shining sea,
Her sky falling like tomorrows,
Crashing into todays –
But in every bottled message,
The lovers are confessing,
Flower’s are catching lightning,
Silver belles dance on golden threads,
Upon the Moon’s road to a dream,
These precious and fragile things,
Ladies fallow in waiting..
Near the centre of life,
Where the Earth is still fire…