In the day of no more days,
When flames of thought, high and hot,
Burn the vessel of clay to naught,
And forever in my mind arrays,
In the culminating hour,
When darkness and light share an opinion,
When time loses all dominion,
And death is stripped of power,
When I see beyond eternity,
With eyes of immortal fire,
With the voice of a celestial choir
I shall sing across infinity.
I shall sprout untethered pinions,
Wings of endless space.
With perpetuation as my face,
And seasons as my minions,
Across the sea in countless ships,
I shall sail away from sorrow and pain.
I shall count an immeasurable gain,
With timeless tomorrow at my fingertips,
Embracing fate as my sister,
When love and lovers have become one.
And though I kiss the eclipse of the sun,
My lips shall not blister.
