Au lion d'or

In the bed one sleeps,
head full of dreams. (Tête)

Devine language weeps and intuition feeds,

The au lion's d'or ambition to succeed

Wherein that one stands awakened,

It's other lay sleeping in bed; all weak...

The weeping tongue now opened,

The heart becomes sought to speak.

The golden lions ability to heal and mend, 

Shines through all broken hearts and damged minds.

thoughts and emotions straightened; no longer bend,

Our creative and logical sides now combined...

When the sun and moon collide, in another plane only seen by fulfilled eyes,

The completion of our depletion that brings us home; closer to the divine.

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