Hear me now

Hear me now; listen to this voice it’s mine. Standing on the stone. Philosopher, a traveler with no time. Standing on that I have become. Carried by the wind to your temple of divine. And this long ago you’re my man and I’m a woman in the gate of faith. And now time is yet to come and path I took, it’s now can be told: You are my soul in this life I chose.

How can one look into the future without the presence of the spirit that it’s his destiny to walk with her. And the stone will whisper the long night “no other or a wind can carry one from what is meant to be. And the night when moon kiss the sun will be their dream to be. And for a moment without time the heart will rise once again.