To see an old wrinkled arm, an arched back in an ancient land,
To wait a moment, to create, to listen and to dare to understand,
To stay the red lips that would kiss, to stop the music in your heart,
Is to hear the sound that no voice sings and to act without a part,
There is the spirit of the turning key, there is the soul of the mystery,
To explain to a fellow inmate and to risk being called a liar,
Is to see with the invisible eye by the light of the invisible fire.
As the sun sets in the mind of the young and the darkness begins,
The enchantment fades and the wrists are tied together,
The gag is placed around the mouth and prisoner is lead to the gallows,
Why does he smile the people ask, What has he seen?
How are the translucent man and the transparent woman seen,
but by the light of the invisible fire.