Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.

Make believe desire,
Originate Anew.
Reality would be
Rude to awaken you.

Nine days is not too soon
After all the patience,
For faith to finally bloom,
Self-created credence.

Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.

Nine days is not too far off,
For hope to hold onto you.