Garden of God

At that hour, We fly,
Fly away ---
Beyond the eyes of satellites,
Across the borders of nights,
Above the scalp of the earth,
Through the colonnades of white and dark clouds,
Into the light highways of silent space.

O my dearest, we shall fly,
Fly away ---
Upon the wings of brilliant wind,
Like a white dove of airy description,
With eyes darting piercingly like an angel
In spirit existence.
O journey so amazing!

Even now, we fly,
In a dimension surpassing imagination!
O vision divine!
Deep in the veins of our dreams.
So, let's snap the chains of fear,
Pull down the gates of doubt,
Then, raise our wings high in majestic skies
And fly.

Fly, fly, fly away ---
Through the gates of rainbows,
High above the city of stars,
Yet miles away from the sight of time,
Leaving below the skeletal remains of our despair;
And the sky of our troubles underneath our feet.

Up and up, we fly,
To ascend the mountain effervescent,
Among meadows with brushes of transparent light;
We climb still upon the wings of love infinite ---
In the garden of God;
City of angels ---
Aglow with golden patterns of heavenly songs.