Beyond a rising fragrance, I wander holding golden bliss
Yet to the eyes carrying hushed secrets
Perfection is a panorama
In a view
To a lover’s kiss

I hear troubled clouds calling come away
In each wind that blows
Singing deep beyond the eyes I see
Carrying hushed secrets
In numbers I count
Every day

Had I more at this moment, than a broken heart
I would emblazon those eyes anew
Learn all the hushed secrets
They carry inside
Count each one over
Tell it to you

Fragrance rises from a pillow, holding golden bliss
Wondering at the eyes I count
Perfection is a panorama
In my broken heart
In a view
To my lover’s kiss

I looked out from a heart that hoped and saw a precious jewel
Unafraid of my gleaming leaves or the way I speak
With a heart unselfish and never cruel
Shining as in a dream
A light to seek

The air sprouted new leaves as time and space stood still
Touching these gleaming leaves of my own
What a heavenly gesture I could feel
Radiating from this jewel
Unbeknown

Clearly, in my sight, my pulse quickened at the view
As these leaves kissed my gleaming green
Such treasure I found in a jewel
When I looked out in hope
Unforeseen

Never again will I see my world the same as before
Because I saw a precious jewel
With air my leaves adore
A heart unselfish
Never cruel

Since life first whispered from the balcony, I could hear him
Opening doors and windows of mystique
While my heart leapt at every whim
He placed in front
Of me

Life shook out a prayer in vain to still my passion
But his pleading voice was heard by none
As my heart raced in aching fashion
Life was not to be
Outdone

He made haste to turn my eyes away from seeking
His chalice full of the sweetest wisdom
Knowing full well that I would be peeking
At my reflection in the bottom
With my lips upon the rim

Life whispered from the balcony on the day I was born
Thinking that my tender ears were asleep
Now he is a’ wishing he had been forewarned
His windows and doors
Shut to keep

All of my existence, is spent running like the wind
In and out of these windows and doors
Life never had a chance to gain the upper hand
When he placed his mystique
Upon the floor