In the age before existence,
we drank from the river of essence and
chose our stones from under the bed.
Being wrought from the same boulder
these stones knew each other then
our souls sang heart-songs to each
other written from the ripples of this river.
We then lived on and on with our
timeless lives and during which, we
danced with countless numbers.
But their stones weren\'t our home
and their songs were unknown
To the souls of entangled lovers.