On the veils.

Gathering are the seeds we sow in the holy heavens reign,  upon the grounds of faith and love shall our hearts remain,

Remain in love according to the heart but neither surpass or let it go
For once you've seen the garden flowers 
And all that love then sow 

Sow me into heavens earth not until my time is done, bask my heart in sweet delight of that mourning sun,

Mourning sun shall weepest too, whilst the angels play their part, and trace you on the very veils that rush upon my heart 

My heart is holy light unfolding into a million starry eye's,  and death belongs to those already whom parted 
to the skies

To the skies Id have you say a destination well aware,  a million star's and plenty more within the heavens care.