The Mystery is
The Sun is turning black.
Daylight has my Name within;
It is puring through the crack.
Rivers run through jungles fetid green;
The dolphins claim the emerald sea.
I am turning in the stream as
You are turning in the stream.
Triumphant stands the blasted pine;
The azure sky enfolds our dream.
Your breath upon th ewindow pane
unveils a dewy opulescent pearl;
Mere moisture of the Truth,
informing it will not remain.