Loving is still to master,
The spoken words of time.
Circularity is perfection,
For growing and loving things.
A splinter from the moon,
With grace so as to capture.
A magic heart of gold,
From the silky sun of wonder.
In numbers and words,
A lovely ocean starlight.
My hand shall reappear,
Behind the ancient sky.
In magic shall I cast,
The heavens far asunder.
With all my little fingers,
As lightning from the sky.
And with all my little windows,
From houses long ago.
Frozen from destruction,
By freezing winds of time.