In the rays of the rising Sun; I see your face A mystical being; descended from the heavens, The radiance of your presence; simply paralysing, I stare in awe; frozen I stand, The winds of heaven blow; tepidly I reach out.
In dreams you come; fill my heart’s desire,
The touch of your essence; heals the scars hidden within,
Memories of yesterday haunting; the future daunting,
Tiredness prevails; I sit in rest,
Gathering the strength; form a will to go on.
If I were a King; you would be a Queen, If I were a clown, you would be my mask, If I am of the Moon; you are of the Sun,
The fire and the rain; sing an eternal long,
Mysteries of the universe; entwine our Souls.
A feather on my pillow; tells me you were here,
An angel from the heavens; sent to rescue a lost soul,
Tears on my pillow; the blood of my Soul,
Walking the path of my dreams; faltering not in fear,
Soaring through wild winds; to set my Soul free.