I rode on a moonbeam to a valley of green.
I sang and I danced and I lived inbetween
the light and the darkness, the seen and not seen.
I created a world in my mind just for me.
The music and laughter would set my soul free.
The joy that I felt as I swayed to and fro,
was as real as the wind and the sand and the snow.
My head that I held in my hands every night,
was the place where I lived, my day into night.
Night into day, day into week.
Time has no place in the world that I seek.