If I painfully stretched my own dislocated hand
To the navy welkin, amidst those lacy clouds
Would you also reach down softly from above
Just to touch my quivering fingertips, my love?
For we’ve never crossed tossed wayward paths
In the middle of Gaia, waiting, lost here on Earth
And Fate has tested us, tasted us its dark wrath
One ended up flying, another ended up under dirt
If I stretched my bleeding bruised hand, love, then
Or you relaxed your own tender hand, like a rosy fell
Will you wish to pull me up to your sweetest Heaven
Or will I have to drag you down to my bleak torturous Hell?