Following a winding path up a hill...

Wandering through the art gallery's madness,
With its swirling melting paints...

Fair Aurora,
Paints her sky with brush strokes of amethyst...

Woman of my dreams,
Still feel you through ascending pathways of...

Sapphire blue and cirrus white
Silver smile of bright moonlight...

Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue...

Trapped, I lie in tired depths
Waiting for the devil winds...

I sit in dark meadows, awaiting the dawn,
Ringing cicada symphony, calling out to me...

Watching patterns weave through the mirrors of my...
Relaxed on tranquil streams that meander through...

In the realm of the king,
His sign, the crescent moon and Mars...

Paralyzed in the dominion of morn
Silver star gleaming through the dew...

Blue electric flame, working its magic,
Violet energy, burning like a phosphorescent...