My secret wish in this sacred place
Is to relinquish needs
The great constant is perpetual change
So when we leave, as we know we will
Some of us remains, consecrated and unchanged.

Circles in stars they bind us now – we’re pretty costelations.

Colors around are bled of love – we’re hopeful constelations.

Kiss me now so we can feel alive – We’re conscious constelations.

From blood we came, to ash we return again.
These carbon hearts, and terrestrial hopes
From our first goodbye, to the last hello
Pray we carve our paths from God’s sacrosanct.

The love we crave,
that binds,
bends,
but never change;
you know you feed the faith
that I search for in everything…