Beyond a rising fragrance, I wander holding golden bliss
Yet to the eyes carrying hushed secrets
Perfection is a panorama
In a view
To a lover’s kiss

I hear troubled clouds calling come away
In each wind that blows
Singing deep beyond the eyes I see
Carrying hushed secrets
In numbers I count
Every day

Had I more at this moment, than a broken heart
I would emblazon those eyes anew
Learn all the hushed secrets
They carry inside
Count each one over
Tell it to you

Fragrance rises from a pillow, holding golden bliss
Wondering at the eyes I count
Perfection is a panorama
In my broken heart
In a view
To my lover’s kiss