The Clouds of Colored winds,
Within the distance of the enveloping sky,
My mind's eye,
Transparent and blind to the Mysteries
That I cling tight to.
Tonight is the instant in which all Dreams unravel,
All desires, all hopes, all wishes.
They are the ones you call for help,
The ones deep down,
At the core of Existence.
There are times when you know
It's funny to think
That if you blink I'd disappear,
Into wilderness,
Into Dreams.
But as time passes,
We realize that our dreams,
The things we cling so tightly to,
Are actually true realities,
And reality is in our Dreams.
