Rendezvous in silver armour

               I send my reckless love's warrior word,

               let it be your sharp Excalibur sword,

               in silver armour, in aura seems bright,

               a knight gallops across his Gaulish fight;

               I send my clarity, let it to be

               your light against evil's duplicity,

               when Albion's misty roads turn ruthless,

               even Merlin's magic wand is useless;

               I send my unfailing trust's medicine

               to fill your fossilized heart's deficit,

               let the knight learn to love his weary life,

               let Round Table's strife drift away in time;

               I send myself, please, let me be the source

               of your truth's redeeming glow, stop the horse,

               I'll be there underneath endless skies,

               where holy truth overcomes tawdry lies.

To my twin-flame