The first word in my dreams
I could clearly see
Planet Eden high beyond the skies
Beautiful and sad
is this story I`ll tell
of the winged travellers eager
`twas one day
the wind guided him where to go
like an eagle high above he flew
Waving from down below
he flew out of sight
into the mystical darkness
Neither a smile nor a cry
I gave when he left
feeling my spleen decline
And hoping
one day we`d fly over
back to the places we once shared
Where vessels glide
in silky waves and of gold
deep in the gulf such planet lies
Surrounded by this universe
of love and hate
confusion breaks through and dwells.
Cast a spell, from the old magic book.
Set a path.
In the black magic box, something strange will happen, it
will take you so far.
So try...We can fly, we have wings, we can touch floating
dreams.
Call me from so far through the wind in the light.
Someone came from the dark over from the stars.
Protecting my heart from crying.
Taken back by surprise my traveller returned.
What went wrong? Why did he change?
Shine bright morning light
Now in the air the spring is coming
Sweet blowing wind
Singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me
Now we're on the edge of hell
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far
 Celeste_Orchid · Sun Mar 11, 2007 @ 05:43pm · 0 Comments |
