Give me a vision of your city, friend.
Law’s zodiac of idols has withdrawn
Into the royal blue of that day’s dawn:
Now revelation’s bans are at an end.
We’re all apostles, wear the cardinal’s hat
When the old Holy Fathers pass away.
Science and art as once before hold sway
(You knew I had to say something like that).
Lovers awake within their pretty rooms.
Children are hugged and safe now everywhere.
Our priests and priestesses are grown-ups too.
Now fleshly love is valued for its blooms,
Now a strange music hovers in the air;
Now death itself is but a deeper blue.