My imagination takes me to your side
by the grace of beauty and all its might
those pure thoughts like a vivid dream
endless enchantment in silent stream
that purity and vision in sustenance so precise
giving all soul moments to rise
odours vibrates in memories when that image is gone
living in the vortex of senses to slumber on
observed by the evening star
embracing devotion to something so far
the days that come after tomorrow
will have the bliss that is the other sphere of sorrow
the alchemist golden twilight mists are born
when colours change the horizons in constant torn
promises awaken from wandering heaven
love is a vision all naturally given