• The Mystic's Dream

    A clouded dream on an earthly night
    Hangs upon the crescent moon
    A voiceless song in an ageless light
    Sings at the coming dawn
    Birds in flight are calling there
    Where the heart moves the stones
    It's there that my heart is longing
    All for the love of you

    A painting hangs on an ivy wall
    Nestled in the emerald moss
    The eyes declare a truce of trust
    Then it draws me far away
    Where deep in the desert twilight
    Sand melts in pools of the sky
    Darkness lays her crimson cloak
    Your lamps will call me home

    And so it's there my homage's due
    Clutched by the still of the night
    Now I feel you move
    And every breath is full
    So it's there my homage's due
    Clutched by the still of the night
    Even the distance feels so near
    All for the love of you

    A clouded dream on an earthly night
    Hangs upon the crescent moon
    A voiceless song in an ageless light
    Sings at the coming dawn
    Birds in flight are calling there
    Where the heart moves the stones
    It's there that my heart is longing
    All for the love of you


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