flight of the butterfly, rising free
Where infinity meets the human mind
There the stark reality of the unseen thoughts prevails
Time and space folding into oblivion
A glance at the eternal corners of creation’s origin
The day of great miracles is at hand
Lift me, dear God, to the place where love surrounds
I am lost and alone in this tumultuous world
My spirit has a great need to return to Your love
death's inviting glance
welcomes you to fall
enticing by the dance
held in the great hall
walking into darkness
lost in misery's kiss
hypnotizing colors
drawn by all that is
turning point upon you
choose to live or die
savoring the sweetness
stop to wonder why
death's inviting glance
abysmal frightened call
infinitely deep
gazing into all