No one can destroy This Land again.
Those who will be doomed –are doomed,
I am standing on the ramparts looking down
to the sea-washed walls;
complete clairvoyance wraps itself around me,
enfolds me as a cocoon, silky, soft, yet free;
I turn and run, but his arms
encircle me, lightly.
I see another star between us,
twinkling bravely in the
brilliant, blazing sun.
His eyes are sad but laughing,
his smile is sweeter then sweet.
I watch our shadows walking side by side,
close than closer in this life.
He places a red rose in my hand,
he says, this is for you.
My heart is full – full to breaking.
Our stars are wild this night –
wild this night –
Richly warm, honey covered
Is this night,
in this Land, this night–
No one can destroy this land again