I can't cry with the tears
from heaven above...

So it is said upon other words to be chosen
Time was escaped if for only a few moments...

Lay Your head on silken white cloth
And rest Your feet on an ivory Pedi-stole...

The veil that falls
around my soul...

Some days I wish I was with you,
sit and study all corners of the room...

The waters edges caresses
With its humble waters...

Good-night world
Im steping down...

She’s sitting dazedly
Faced pressed to the window...

You’re just sitting there
Contently in tune...

The dead cold of winter
Brings its gray days...

As the wind blows across
sun-kissed fields of heat...

I sit here again confused
In circles of my unconscious...