I’m the wrangler that knows not thy name,
Whoever should, whatever will…
I’m the wrangler that bears the secret of the seven keys.
Again and again,
I’ll search for thy truth, forever and still.
Thy songs, thy lass
lies on thy bosom,
caressed by thy precious
breath…
Thy soul shan’t I know.
I chant for thy truth
For I know, and I hope,
Too, that I shall behold
Those buds springing out in thy purest youth…
I’m the wrangler of the Seven Seas.
and the Seven Skies
mystery
lies beneath
your b l u e e y e s.
B E H O L D.
4.12.2009 ã.