Overture

Angelic, blessed creature’s soul
it’s midnight now, and calm the storm
let passion break from bounds and form
for She then claimed my heart as toll

untied, unfold, the beast of things
Celestial, so deep and pure,
Her eyes promised me overture
in symphonies of red heart strings

We’re winding all o’clocks forth pleasure
then not the seizures of our past,
but a future’s shadow newly cast,
is today’s most righteous measure.