At night the stable launches us into forever.
The spirits of the horses catch fire and leap into the sky.
And there our nightsouls meet and adore them.
And we ride each other beyond the impossible worlds of the dream.

At night the stallions are arrows of lightning.
At night the mares are the orbs of worlds beyond form.
There in the secret sky our sacred nightsouls conspire and transform.
Dancing as one in the ecstatic birthplace.

Dancing together in at last in heaven’s secret sky.