Amongst the whim illusion, so sublunar,
I hear a girl’s chant, she’s the love of mine.
Again, and plunging in the trance look out, I
Will see a truth example in the chine.
She promises the pleasance for the reason,
Those sounds have quite a number virtuous vibes,
She paints the world: ethereality. Dawn season.
There, where landmark signs come with sunrise.
The idle chores will sneak and be forgotten.
The cherished image is within my chance.
Not giving up my soul’s work, I will not be
So tired doing true-life fight sword-dance.
There, where the wistful lyric is resounding,
Where I have just performed my soul’s accord,
I learn the life’s rhythm. Now and then it’s trying.
And my heartstrings absorb insight inboard.