He remembers a time when he was inside of mind, telling of a future so divine. He was a gentle one who swore he knew the son, the son of the almighty one. He told us there was a place, filled with such grace, that only the good could here trace. But I have learned that way, if only you would stay, and listen and admire, my only thoughts that alone to me aspire. Go to the fortress of power and tranquility cried the dying wizard, the wiseman was lost beyond comprehension, but without hesitation he broke through the tension. Along the moonlit, raging river, he raced his horse, all along the long and desolate course. He tried to wonder what his destiny would bring, and he wondered about the fate of things. He, isolated, must break the spell of the cursed dragon of sin, before the heat of the night lets the day stumble in. Ride onward the warriors cried, as their suits of armor, by the night, were being tried. Let the prophecy make its mark, said the gods, and let earth crumble under circumstantial odds. Yet the wiseman rode on, fearing not for the light of dawn. He sets forth a vision, dreams and lights afire he holds her close to his heart, and alive with desire. But who can tell, go to the well, and cast your dreams aside, be no more willing to hide from what's inside, and pace your slouching stride. ================================================================= Go and feel the comfortable wind, gently embracing your lovely, tender skin. So let us come together, in visions in the lonely night, hold tight, and wonder bright. Must we travel forebearing on, forgetting our hearts' soothing song? But remember who will climb through the skies, just to be inside your eyes. Inside your mind, is where you'll find, a light of happiness waiting to be sound, it is so profound. Remember to always stay underneath the wing, of that strong, almighty being. The one who you would fight to save, against the moonless night of a peasant slave. Tell us of your needs and feelings, show us your wonders and fulfillments. We can give the strength of desired goals, beyond the mountain, in showers of gold. So please, beautiful one, take my hand, and hold tightly to my waistband because I can take you high, to the sky, and beyond any imagination of your creation.
