Under the broken skies
that blow across the lands,
a chapel beneath the waters
where children with echoing voices run.
Above the waves, gulls;
windmills turn on the seven hills.
Dreams tell us about ourselves.
Tonight the world is magical;
your thighs, my face, your hips, my hands,
your thoughts full of desire.
We fought together, back together,
back and forth forever.
The stars are climbing the skies,
the gods are present everywhere.
It’s a miracle life is here at all.