I look at the diamonds,
On milky waters of blue,
And waves of silken gold,
Afloat on a sea of green...
I lie here as a dream again,
Breathing colors so pure,
And flying as I fall down,
Its no feeling I can explain...
And I don't understand it,
So I just listen to its beat,
Like a drummer marching,
The old great clocks ticking,
He speaks a language strange,
Alas, no mortal translates him,
Reluctantly I follow as he leads me,
Winding over hills and passage...
I close my eyes and realize,
Yet again I have lost myself,
As I mistakenly try to rationalize,
All that I'm surrounded by,
And so I ignore myself again,
As I look with my spirit at life,
And every thing I see through it,
The feeling of shear chill as we run...
Tower over me skeletons dark,
Brittle frames of long lost life,
Rattling Fall's Song softly again,
Shaking as winter wind blows...
I crunch through carpets underfoot,
Majestic hues fly like confetti around me,
Waving their goodbyes to life's hard struggle,
Looking up once more I see the dream...