Active vision, Brave flowers.
False women, with dreams beyond.
Taking matter into their own hands, and
Cursing the ground which on you stand.

As night falls, I see you, fair maiden riding
your noble steed as naked as the wind.
The grass underneath you trembles with fear,
as you shout the smoked air out of your lungs.

And as a shooting start darkens your shadow I see you
falling into a flaming river,
and you fall as if flying to the arms of your love, and I
watch you
melting, slowly from my life.