Navigated clouds, we did,
Packed for journey’s end,
Gondolier’d beams’ passages
Through gate of soul’s best friend.
Rode on waves of denser mass,
Cast shadows far below,
Soared to heights of ecstasy,
Paid dues for Peter’s show.
Lived the light, drank in its worth,
Streamed it through the night,
Believed in dawn, its heraldry,
Basked in glory bright.
Travelled far in torpor’s wake,
Languid in our bliss,
Transcended life in heaven’s arms,
Partook of its warm kiss.
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