We Perish Immortal, my Love

We perish immortal, my love; for we have danced the mystic
Lore. Thus inflection, the shade of passion; and thus allusion,
The pulse of God. And nevermore, my love: the ache of death.
And evermore, my love: the ache of light. Thus infernal, our
Flaming hearts, for love immortal, our flaming spark. But
Near illusion, the wheels of fate, adrift the seas of starry faith.
And close to soul, a solemn tear, fraught with life, and sudden
Fear.

We perish immortal, my love; for we have danced the mystic
Lore. Thus affliction, a subtle maze, a thorny heart, and wisdom
Brave. For love of life, a call to death; but love of soul, a fluid
Breath. Thus the fire, as wild as fate; and thus the storm, a
Comely state. Hence we perish, immortal doves, fraught with
Passion, and flaming love.