Green meadows or grey rooms,
I can't quite tell
It sparkled and breathed.
People in white,
conversing in an alien tongue
I can't quite tell
Only the faintest flavor remains, a whiff time to time
All through the day
At noon it struck;
Yes!
I see it all at once;
I feel it;
Beauty, depth, insanity
I am enraptured in the glorious swan song
Before my dream disappears forever,
beyond this world
Only its lovely essence lingering