The Bazaar

Through the bazzar,
This labyrinth of splendor,
She is chasing.

His scent on the air,
Filling her lungs,
Heart is racing.

Where could he be,
This angel of dreams,
Who sings on his knees,
And wants to be free,
I am waiting.

In this age of Pandora,
I hunt his pure aura,
I can taste it.

This bazaar of the sacred,
Has left my soul naked,
I'm craving.

Touch now my being,
Too love is so freeing,
Come out from your mystic fog.
Stroll with me through this grand bazaar,
Though I know not who you are...