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.