FOREST OF THE NIGHT
                 
                         We are strangers
                            You and me
                     Before the passage of the day
                           we were wed
                   In the purity of our nakedness        
                We dance in the forest of the night
                         Clothing ourselves
                  with the wisdom of the mornung sun
                       As we await the judgment
                          that is to come.


                  We touch our teacher`s hand
                       discovering beauty
                       in love unadorned
                     We listen to our heart
                   and feel the beating pulse
                      of the warming sun.


                     In memory you are loyal
                     In expectation sincere
                   In the all-enclosing moment
                     We fade to nothingness
                  As we embrace the depths below
                     and the heavens above.