I stand on shattered mirrors, 
Petrified, absorbing, reflecting, transmute, 

...In dreams where ardent shapes cover the barren 
horizon, For a sudden moment i saw her, 
Wearing no veils of illusion, hidden, 

...To experience the inmost bloom, 
One must pass the guardian of the threshold 
And approach the locus of bone, 
Are our dreams solely wandering 
Between the abyss, earth and sky