Sail on silver wings through this storm what fortune love may bring back to my arms again the love of a former golden age. I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. For, now that wheels are turning, I find my faith deserting me... This night is filled with cries of dispossesed children in search of Paradise. A sign of unresolve that, envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on. I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. When memory bears witness to the innocence, consumed in dying rage! The way lies through our love; there can be no other means to the end, or keys to my heart... you will never find. You will never find! (The Garden of the Arcane Delights)