From under the fold of time I was as I am 

 Caught up in an apocalyptic rapture 

 I emerge 

 Thee anomaly 

 With godspell pitterpats guilded across a name 

 So profane 

 I paint with pictures 

 Mirrored colors 

 Hallowed memories 

 I am thee artist 

 I sing in textures 

 Words echo teary 

 Dancing lullabyes

 From me the artist 

 I have a song in my heart 

 A poem on my lips 

 A book in my mind 

 And bells on my toes 

 I dream awake 

 Cross oceans of time in my mind out of mind 

 I fear nothing 

 Twillights sweet repose