On Satur(n)days We Used To Sleep

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep all motionless and still
While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're handed over to the dream
A sleep so dark, this "Moon by Day", of powers strange and weird
Through mystic veils her silver rays are glowing carefully
Woven of dewdrops and magical light, this gown that we're wearing here is
But a cloth of mist and we used to call it "The Breath of the Other Sphere"...

We are floating, flying, incredibly fast
The world of the thought gives birth to this life
Free to remember, to discover and feel as were closely together in our parallel flight
While beyond the gates our bodies lay next to each other in fragile rest
Two chests are lifted up and down, moved only by some mortal breath
Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together
But it's only in our minds that we touch (at last)
In the realm of the spirit(s) our souls become one in the happy knowledge that we are completing halfs.

No bodies and no barriers ...- (all) far more intimate and strange
Our understanding is clearer, incomparably real
Although there is no sound that dares to escape
His eyes are mirrors, gates to his soul
One true look and I recognize that it's him, my husband
The one that I love. See me! Read me! Step inside
No barriers and no masquerade, come, be received beyond distress
So intensively and so deep as our fingers unite, our hands caress.

Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land
(as) we fly side by side over mountains and glens
In the twilight lit of the silver moon... Set free from the flesh
Released from this tomb!

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep, the other side exploring, a life from our dreams
Free from the pain, home where we belong ... Guarded by the shadows of the enchanted realm
Below a violet sky, both dark and profound, the horizon is glitt'ring
Still there is no sound. We fly through the night crossing frontiers and lakes
Mountains and valleys ... World without end. "This is where we truly belong
Take both my hands, look into my soul!"
I feel the strength of his embrace as we're closely together in this secret place
...
"Hush, hush, my Dear, can you hear the rustling in the Undergrowth
See through the branches, there in the glade: ghostly creatures as they dance and sing
Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast
Their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind
On Satur(n)days we used to sleep, and my pain was eased by his love..."