Golden chrysanthemums litter the path With the superfluous dusting of pine pollen gold As the Phoenix perches in the chocolate tree And the fairies twitter of stories untold The mighty river flows down t'ward the sea Can anyone make it return where it came As the birds flying high in their journey down south And bleached white rainbows seem to whisper my name Delicate and fragile as an orchid's petals My mind slips down a sunbeam's shaft As through my closed eyes I can still smell the perfume And hear the sweet music as the shadowed ones laughed
A world of harsh solids and stern ways to think Is held to accounting by that dimly seen For the world of the hidden, the shadows, the fay Is so much desired by those who have been I live in a world which men may call real But I've seen so much more than the dull mind can think I've heard colours that sing and seen the taste of laughter And I've traveled the journey right up to the brink For those who can hear me and know what I speak Can we ever go back to the start For all of the visions that gather around us Will always be part of our heart