The wind rises to splash another breath against the window sill, and I dream of a heaven which dwells outside of the glass. A land where spirits roam without shame, and silence whispers without mankind's pain...
Somewhere, unclear, I know of an anesthetist-crested mountain pass, where life has not been tarnished by the intentions of man. Nestled deep inside, is where the heart's true temple climbs high, beyond the evergreens- beyond the hillsides. Within the air thoughts of love swirl like captured tides, and each temple stone has been set with the laughter of the divine.
Here, in this somewhere unclear, an orchestra of birds blessed white, soar into veils of clouds and wildly flutter- to evoke the voices of ancient thunders. Each winged angel opens her virtues wide and evolves into light, so she may illuminate the weeping blossoms of a twilight sky- and release the liquid petals.
The fields which crunch underfoot by day, become meadows of gold which stream to and fro', as a breeze toils with splendor, and calls upon each strand by name. I listen with a careful ear, and I hear the melody invite me to dance; a dance not bid for spirits who slumber, but an invitation for those whom even in rest remain awake to wander.
A dance somewhere unclear, where stars take flight on vast moods of velvet clothed knights, to spin wishes for the charmed who are adorn to still believe- the secrets captured within each bejeweled blink, and delivered as songs of hope to the Ivory Queen.
O' if I had liberty shine so free, I would swim throughout those wishes, and tip toe upon the crowns of the trees. My gown would be sewn with the richest of mist, and I would paint beauty upon my face- with oils found from within!
And on my knees in the mirrored waters I would pray, until the horseman of peace shall reveal the reflection of his face, and as my lips would touch the cool surface to drink of his kiss- a rose would bloom as a symbol, that atlas' the Ivory Queen has granted my wish.
The wind rises to splash another breath against the window sill, and I dream of a heaven which dwells outside of the glass. A land where spirits roam without shame and silence whispers without mankind's pain, somewhere- unclear.