The sand beneath your feet 
a yellow carpetin 
the palace of wilderness 
Only king and servant is you 
searching for the pyramid 
that guards the emerald board 

It was a crescent moon 
when you have been initiated 
in the science of the black earth, 
And the optimism of youth 
pushed you in quests 
into the paper worlds 
of the libraries of Cairo Crescent Moon 
Two sides of the same coin 
The poor in mind are satisfied 
with what they see. 
Crescent Moon And they bear the sign of imperfection 
because they miss the other side 
the invisible. 
Crescent Moon 
Few words carved with diamond 
could draw the curtains 
that cover the glassy cage of senses 
The warm touch of the starlight 
(magnes) will be the proof 
and the philosopher's stone your trophy 

Grab the golden rope and climb 
the imaginary walls of your thoughts 
you may fall but at least you'll have tried