Of a place Of a time All roads lead To your eyes I was caught in a spell The seamlessness of your magic Draped your head with flowers At the onset of dusk Nothing will be the same The year comes around again Empyrean You run the water towel-less And governed all constellations Fluid gestures, weak knees Begin the communion I was entranced on sight The endlessness of your vessel Ascend to higher planes I am going home And night falls An ode to the lowly When I meditate Such silence ignites the void When we oscillate In worship of decline Empyrean Empyrean Empyrean