They lock their souls across a silent space, And blend the human form with the divine

Through fields of fire where the poppies bloom, Two spirits meet beneath a cosmic sky, An ancient breath dissolves the midnight gloom, And weaves a bridge from glowing eye to eye. The cosmic wheel ignites a halo's grace, As root-like threads of neon energy line, They lock their souls across a silent space, And blend the human form with the divine.