I look for mystical notes within the bold sky.
Your song plays in the wind,
Weeping rain dances on top of my velvet head,
And the drum beats praises of her sacred voice,
When she sings the anthem of the Universe.
“Oh universal truths that beat me down with cinder and rye,
Take hold of your pastoral mirrors,
And embrace moon lit waters.
For my offering is my feverish spirit
That glows within this river of tears.
Let love not falter down frozen tongues
Who lash out at me.
For to wander through turbulent halls
Is to vanquish hunger that burns inside acrylic desires.
For hidden within this song of hope is the key
For devising a plan to erase exploding valves of angry thunder.
Come dance inside my weeping rain
And chase me down the blissful sun.”