Is there no breath in a glowing rose's dream
After the night has scattered
None so fair warms a heart it seems
Or equals a breath
That matters

When the night is over in a golden sense
Climbing up above the sea
Would you care or take offense
If a dreaming rose
Could no longer breathe

What follows until the last light shines
Within all your memories
Inside small spaces are you so inclined
To be the dreaming rose
That still breathes

Do you dream willingly, continuing to bloom
After the night has scattered
As you take each breath do you presume
That which warms your heart
To be what matters

Close upon one side, are the softest lips
Which move him now to keep
An amber glow
Inside his heart that slips
Into his soul
So deep

He hears sweet love’s open sea
Caress each word
She speaks
Calling him to come to her and see
Emerald eyes
Which make him weak

Remember me
Is the sound he hears
Whispering from her hair
Each lock curling round him near
His loving heart
So fair

Yet in her hands, he sees the clasp
Of sweetness
He knows fulfills
The dreams his soul longs to grasp
Before his life
Runs still

In the midst of a journey within a look of the sweetest eyes
I would imagine flowers as the mightiest giants
When I smelled smoke
I would know there was a fire
And my name would be written in sunshine
Instead of words of defiance

I would never be lost or glance behind me at dawn
Blankness would never claim my day
With gladness I would be filled
I would recognize the swords of those
Who were friend or foe
When entanglements came my way

My time would move ever slowly on the best of days
I would hold all the keys to change
And could tell the difference
Between promises made by the way
Without having fear of my life
Being rearranged

Instead in the midst of a journey within this life of my own
There exist giants who are certainly not flowers
Nor do I always smell smoke
When there is fire
My name is not written in sunshine each hour
Yet to the clouds
I will never give power

This time next year, when the hills are hidden by a sigh
On my back, I will wear whatever comes my way
Even as the wind no longer asks me why
My heart, will still not
Be lead astray

When the whole world seems scattered round my feet
My heart will still carry for many miles
This rhythm, which is my own beat
And those hills, I will climb
As I smile

I will surely taste delight in each new sight I see
Then return to wear once more
Everything upon my back that comes at me
Never asking why
Or, what for