Beloved, With You

Beloved, with you We are among the few, To whom the fretful world Cannot its threshold cross.

So let us now restore The troubles we've forgotten, Let us stir once more The slumber of our dreams.

It seems to us at times: The earth, as it is turning, marks The mist beyond the clouds With bloody, crimson ways…

But what care we for this— A moment or a century? We are eternal, you and I. We are eternal, you and I.

And now what matters most— To hold on just a little longer. One moment does remain, And shores ahead appear.

Beloved, come, let us Not ever part asunder, Together we are fated To reach that distant shore.