He gave my self a golden key
Upon it fixed were rubies three.
I raised it to my lips to kiss
Then thanked the One and swallowed it.
The key was safely in my centre;
Through the doorway I did enter,
Past the guardian of the threshold;
Quetzalcoatl’s face was threefold.
Later in the night I wakened –
Half an owl and half a wizard –
Stood before my sleeping station.
Dawn brought hope; a sweet sensation.
Free at last, we dared to open
Wide the way to dew-lit flowers,
Where we walked as soul survivors
Through the sun-kissed April showers.