Death - the wedding night

Death's beautiful maiden emerges in her white attire - slowly moving, she goes to the altar front—up to meet life's final wedding dance. The innocent white veil is pulled away - born again in the poem's melody to remember love's eternal beauty as a dream ship heading for land. Naked we stand, hand in hand, now approaching a sacred union between darkness and light, of my soil and land. Purity of soul is so far beyond any punishment of sin. Let me lay my head at the silky virgin breasts, rest in wisdom's child—than once again, meet freedom's heart beating. /Ingela