God imagine me upon your dream Not prohibited a love supreme Thrilled to be transmuted by pure steam Filled until I can't command a seam But when it's the same And I can't tell the moon "Come bear the blame" And no other kind cocoon Can share the shame Of a wasted afternoon, Who'll carry me the way that you call home? God imagine me released from this Substance there replaces artifice Buried in the bosom of pure bliss Married to the wisdom of your kiss But when melting waves Turn shoreline frost to froth And no eighth heart saves The mother of the moth And no ghost engraves The cross upon the cloth Who'll carry me the way that you call home?