Hjem

Reveal’d by touch of warmth of sounding presence

aware of beat of bells from golden palace

With open gates shall fill the cup with essence

and waves of white supply the holy chalice, 

and weave the mix of light upon, tenderly. 

To stretch across the field of sunken vision

and draw the hidden life of desire, brightly.

In this permit to strike the space with passion!

Before you stands the world with sinews binding

your heart and soul with fire, Heav’n awoken!

So spirit shall figure rest with search by finding 

a place who mounted high, a throne that’s golden.

A hidden star is still in dark at sight

and take your hand to heart and feel the light.