Thrown like ripples of a star From a dreamer's somber shade, I gazed about frisky birds afar In coats of blue, gold and red,
And they sang: Sky maidens we, That dost float on high forever Atop vales, mountains and seas, Forests, and many a lonely river,
Lets flap our gentle wings and wing Yonder the land of lofty mountains, Where dwelleth the mighty King In halls bedight with silvern fountains
Beneath temples of burnished gold, Where golden run nectar streams, Where beauty by any bard yet to be told, Where leaves dewed by fair sun beams;
In a realm where naught doth ever age, Where song birds croon loveliest lullabies In a realm where love is the language Unto all that walketh – unto all that flies.
And from there we’ll fly nevermore But mellifluously whisper a paean To echo golden from shore to shore, Beauteously through many an eon.