To find within our spring
the architecture of time
like the spiral of its chime
or a morning sun’s allusions
to a golden summer ring;
on this after of our ever
lies the meaning of forever;
our childhood of illusions
we invested for today,
so we followed down this way
like the future of a trace
coz’ I know it to be sweet
many centuries, all space
yet by fate again to meet.
In the middle of the road
as we never were before
as two separates no more
but two pieces of one soul,
deciphered beauty’s code
always earlier than too late
to find you, my own soul mate,
like those poems on old scrolls
by the poets of our love
but it’s blessed from high above
like a blueprint for this maze
coz’ I know it to be sweet
many centuries, all space
yet by fate again to meet.
Like the two hands of a clock
pass the minutes of its face
beauty faces in this race
the ticking of our flesh,
essence cannot be locked
in the breathing of a heart,
never fearful to depart
like the rain that brings refresh
we’ll transform in the wind
or the buzzing of the spring
till we find again this trace
coz’ I know it will be sweet
after centuries and space
we’re by fate again to meet.