Are the dreams the needle that weaves my thoughts nocturnally?
Are the dreams
the needle that weaves
my thoughts nocturnally?
Let me listen to the moon
clear my mind
and touch my soul
Show me the way
to that magical place
where we both lay
when there’s no rain
Open the gate to the path
in your mind to the sky’s
take me by your hand
let’s both fly endlessly
grab some flowers and some tea
Let’s run to the stardust river
jump on that flying boat
conceived in your mind
Grab me, hold me with your powers
pull me to the end of the magical and mystical ways.
(2012)
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