Trinity

I see in him a godlike gleam
He walks serene in spaces between
He takes her hand, kissing it lightly
She smiles to me, I'm trembling slightly
She moves with grace, like a queen
They walk serene in spaces between
She hands to me the Ritual Key
By taking it I would be made to see
I grasp it now and raise it up
Filled with dreams is the Ritual Cup
It glitters in colors that should not be
By drinking it I would be made to see
Have you tasted liquid sleep?
It smells like a gate to an ancient keep
I use the key to open the Dream
I walk serene in spaces between