The
world is Your garden,
The brink of the seashore where reality
Is an illusion,
Just for a moment.
It is the sand you tread through
The moon that illuminates
Your stage, Your dais,
Just for a moment.
As alluring as the Goddess
Creating magic with each step
The colors that contort into one another,
Just for a moment.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
The
world is Your garden,
The brink of the seashore where reality
Is an illusion,
Just for a moment.
It is the sand you tread through
The moon that illuminates
Your stage, Your dais,
Just for a moment.
As alluring as the Goddess
Creating magic with each step
The colors that contort into one another,
Just for a moment.
