From Now On

Don't think about what you got.
You got it.

Look into my left eye
and disappear into your
self for the last time.

From now on you are
the Butterfly and Moon,
the Lazy Sunday and the Fire in my Heart.

Turn off the machine
again. Turn off the machine
again. Turn off the machine
again and do what you do,
letting the sleep be over.

You are mine forevermore,
in every joining, and I embrace you here, in
the web of the eye of knowing.