Gate Knowledge (enhanced)

Gate Knowledge This is where the desperate stitches begin to take hold - In the wary edges of unproven cloth; In the delicate fears of virtuous women, In the fevered robes of noble soldiers. She is perhaps so much more blasphemous than we should allow - She finds her warmth in a sun far removed from our own - She trims her plaintive lamps in a selfless pool of certain oil - (She carries her purple well.) I had no choice but to love this uncharted island dreamer song - I was known at the gates of an alien Jerusalem, the soulless destination of unprovable men; I was a sailmaker searching for a comforting wind, I was a proud man searching for everything but pride. Now these are the hands that pull me back from myself, Now this is the heart that forces its way into my own; Now these are the eyes that see only the harbor, Now this is the woman who moved Solomon's pen for him...