Today Space is fine!
Like a horse mount this wine,
without bridle, spurs, bit,
for a heaven divine!
We, two angels they torture
with merciless fever,
will this mirage pursue
in the day-s crystal blue!
Sweetly balanced, fly higher
through the whirlwind-s wise air
in our mirrored desire,
my sister, swim there
without rest or respite
to my dream paradise!