I love what I see as your beautiful form,
but I wonder what landscapes lie within?

Often I've sought to merge with my desire,
even after years of my heart going cold...

Now I seek a greater kind of love centered
in the heart, nurtured in the imagination...

A quietness lurking within, almost
a dark chill that sometimes grows warm,
alternating currents in the ocean of emotion.

The noise of this bustling city could never
pierce this inner temple of solitude.

Though you see my form, I am not entirely here...
I roam the dimensions in my reverence for time,
the medium of life...

These holy walls, though invisible, can only
be trespassed by astral beings,
angels and demons who both
inspire and feed on the glowing embers

In those dungeonous depths, my heart wells up
and runs like blood mixed with wine...