AT HOME! Heaven becomes farther.

FEAR! This agony, planted in the hearth, might come to fruition.

Our beloved lips singing these helpless, dry rhymes .

We strive to conquer passing hard times.

Yet, racing feet fail to race home.

APPARITIONS we are!

And if I belonged in the ether,
I would command those celestial lips,

To send these wandering souls,

To repose and be back no more
Then, I must forsake this revelry for the kingdom's beckon.

LO! Reeds raised in honour.

Yet another joy, as some white-winged veils come forth,

To submit honour.

I am TRAPPED in the soothing trumpeting,

Our burning longing fulfilled.