Yesterday I was hoping for some sleep
But the muse came and took the lead.
She took me to the land of ambrosia,
Of milk and honey, sweet scents.
She filled my mind with reveries
Instead of thoughts of the day.
She took my hand with gentle grasp
And gave me a pen decorated with wild feathers.
Then one plume fell onto the ground,
The flower of fern grew on the floor
And despite the calmness of the weather
I couldn’t fall asleep any more.
When the morphine of your love fills my veins
And sweet scent of myrrh caresses my nostrils
My eyes close in the myriad of dying sunbeams
And my mind knows it is the time for it to be a guide
Helplessly drifting through lonely streets
Hanging on every pleasant thought
With a thousand colors and dreams around me
I’d do anything to be permitted to stay
But reality wakes me all over again
And reality shows me it’s always the same
The reality scares me in its cold disdain
Still I keep on finding my way back
I sail away and dream of my perfect land
So come and sleep
Come and dream
With me, oh dream
The world can always wait