A picture in my mind - of seventeen,

the King of Everything and you my Queen,

I'd rein the world and tame it to my will,

live on the edge, no heed of overkill.

To learn the seven signs of magic lore,

I somehow left you spellbound on the shore,

as winds of greed and self blew me away...

I wonder if you're waving still, today.

I sailed around the world on seven seas.

then at a secret island on my knees

with bleeding fingers dug into the beach,

in search of treasure always out of reach.

I trekked across Tibet for seven years,

to reach a mountain topped with frozen tears,

a limpid sun, a pale and sorrowed sky,

reminded me of how you'd said goodbye.

As seven angels sing me heaven's tune

the veil of truth shines from a sad-faced moon,

I understand the scripture in their song:

my paradise had been here all along.