A seduced man stares with closed eyes,
through the dew drops of confusion,
within a crisp moment,
he finds a clear Winter day.

A seduced man stares with closed eyes,
into a sanctus spot called the Holy of Holies,
a lascivious spirit embraces him,
to a garden that he knows not.

A seduced man listens with dream ears,
"I am of the same grained Earth,
that captivates wandering minds,
through deep silence and devotion."

A seduced man listens with dream ears,
"I am the one you vision,
through a singular fog,
just you and I."

A seduced man touches with spirit skin,
a fountain of one,
streaming pure enamor,
carousing fathoms of value.

A seduced man touches with spirit skin,
the lips of a wingless sphinx,
sweetening his breath,
to hold back the movement of time.

A seduced man speaks with a written voice,
to find a joyful dream,
where the daughter of Typhon,
touches my hands.

A seduced man speaks with a written voice,
this luminous star points to union,
through a grant on my prayers' sake,
Unfeigned hallelujahs to thee I sing.