© Azure, 1998



Glory once touched the shoulders
Lips warmed by a natural kiss
Softly, your image was beautiful
This is the beauty I miss

Robes to the floor swept the ashes
Ashes from magickal dust
Although to seek and to find you is futile
Great Spirit tells me tomorrow I must

Black silk is somehow romantic
When dancing among the white light
The strobe makes you move nonchalently
But the body no longer has sight

Yet the cluster of leaves as a symbol
From the day they were offered, still live
Among a vision of constant protection
From a man who knew not how to give

And now, as I stand here beside you
My mind ceases to wander among
The mundane who judged us in ignorance
And rejected us when we were young

My brother, our journey continues
We have spiritual mountains to climb
Our connection exists on the astral
Manifestation is a matter of time



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