The scent of night perfumes my pillow here tonight
alongside jasmine dreams that will never go away
A traceless dusk awaits me by tomorrow's infant light
as I dream beneath the umbra of a lost forgotten day

Silently I revel by the flowered gates of Paradise
jarring open with my fingers parting veils of time
A harp of gold is being plucked right before my eyes
as I float towards its cadence, I feel quite sublime...

Ephemeral presences with feel and touch of home
everything is moving smoothly as I begin to slide
Judgement day I have arrived and I'm here alone      
as I sit before the Jury, I lose the urge to hide


Here inside this fragranced Kingdom an aromatic bliss,  
permeating right through heaven, like a gentle kiss.  

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