I look out of the window
While my energy is low
I see the world moving at it's normal pace
Why can't I find my place?
Onto this world, on Mother Earth...
I can only feel so much hurt
Looking in the inside mirror, my world inside
Is not narrow, but wide
All posibilities lay side by side
There is no hunger, there is no pain
Only sunshine and some rain
To build rainbows in the sky
And my spirit soars way up high
It flys with eagle, runs with wolf and floats with whale
My very own fairy tale
Where all live in harmony
And all living beings are free
There is no jelousy, there is no greed
All get from each other what they need
A world of beauty
Spicy and fruity
I live in a dream
On a sunshine beam
I do not want to wake up any more
Could I just open that door
To make all my dreams come alive
Like a pool of water where I can dive
Maybe one day I can show to the world what I feel
So that I can heal
All the wounds within my heart
So that I can connect what is apart
My inner world and outer in harmony
So that my soul can live here on Earth, totaly free
SS, Song of Heaven
Tales of Mystery and Imagination
Edgar Allan Poe" (Narration Orson Welles)
For my own part, I have never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness that which I conceived it.
There is however a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy
Which are not thoughts and to which as yet
I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language.
These fancies arise in the soul,
Alas how rarely, only at epochs
Of most intense tranquillity
When the bodily and mental health are in perfection.
And those mere points of time
When the confines of the waking world
Blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy
Where all that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.