Thought the spiral time of space dimension time light and spirit fire The dragons born of angels of andromeda do sire the Golden Suns ...

Thought the spiral time of space dimension time light and spirit fire The dragons born of angels of andromeda do sire the golden suns There of which our trillion suns do measure the light of sequence Gentle rain of beauty is always within our shared essence of desire Of the black dragons who shall never know the light again. Our sadness is not joy nor satisfied with the loss of their desire If from lyran born human shorn to weave and stream in other lines of mind Human life may again rise before the shining ones who are in truth aligned Pointed West as the sea course through the indigo shade the curtain drawn Anointed one your shine may design the sparkle of the pristine First ray of dawn