With a whisper, I summon the wind
broken pieces lay between the solitude
as I dry my skin and look for gold,
I look for the yesterdays
that were covered in virginal cloaks.
Forgetting eternity isn’t easy
forgetting my divinity is less so,
show me your eyes
in which you hide all of my tomorrows.
Pleasure runs throughout my veins
as I jump from the sky
and suddenly, I remember.
I remember that I am him and he is me,
for I am King and Queen of my steps
And I land amongst a funeral pyre,
and my purity is gone,
like a God, who dared to love.