Flying through amorphous space-time
Over the winter emotions of the Alps
I spoke to you gently
About inevitable meetings
About primal destinies
About eternal-recurrence
About space as time
About time as space
About joy as sorrow
About sorrow as joy
About light as darkness
About darkness as light.
About beginnings and ends as one
All over everywhere.
You heard my distant soul
I saw your invisible one
Over the grand textures of the Alps,
Flowing through ageless terrains
Of absurd incandescent wonder.
The early morning sun over old Zurich
Our Primordial Witness.