IV. Mr. Smith Reborn

The twinkle of the stars are painted in the sky,
The moonlight laughs tonight,
And Mr. Smith knows that he’s not to die,

But is reborn inside the light.

Words that shimmer, as diamonds on a lake,
Are shot in crimson through his vision,
Of a world that’s now awake,
And the dawn that melts division.

Now Mr. Smith is well aware,
Of the layers in the earth,
Since he’s found his home in everywhere,
And treds the land before his birth.

Now Mr. Smith is drunk on love,
A taster from the well of Evermore,
And with ignited eyes raised high above,
He cries upon the endless ocean, from the shore.

Now Mr. Smith has laid aside his mask,
And in rapturous delight begins to play,
Because the tide of time has broken,
And eternity has come to stay.

Now the world is wishing to elope with him,
And Mr. Smith knows that it’s time to fly,
When his light eclipses all that’s dim,
And the starlit sky, swims in his naked eye.


Now Mr. Smith has melted in desire,
As a new-born nova that has longed to die, 
And as a lullaby which caught on fire,
His exultant chant does dance across the sky.