The paradise of souls, my dear,
Is what you are to me...

A thousand years from now,
Just as it was a thousand years ago...

Take our souls and marinade
In the purest seasonings of hope...

They must have loved each other, oh, so much;
Those subatomic particles that split...

For I have longed
Through Longing's long...

Each and every day I live,
I live for each and every day...

I do not recall
Which is really better...

If both my eyes should glaze away
And my reality should sever...

How great this thing called 'hope' must be
Which to our hearts envisions...