Moonlit day with a sapphire sky,
With ripples in the silver stream.
Black raven flies upon a grey sky,
While moths dance on the silent breeze.

Melancholy tears by the fireside,
Purple flower among the brown leaves.
Gravestone in an open clearing,
Broken bough on a crooked tree.

Swirling rapids on a mellow rock,
Gleaming sunlight shining through,
Streaming through the cloistered clouds,
Bring me warmth I know is true.

Rolling hills of copper and crimson,
Golden cliffs overlook the sea.
A wooden bridge cross the open ocean,
Purple flower in a poppy field.

A bright forest further I can see,
Lying across the dark open field.
Past the stone cottage, a storm is brewing,
In the eye of the storm I will be healed.

Sweet sleep creeping across my vision,
Cover my eyes and take me away.
Though where the dream starts and,
Where the world ends I can’t say.

Swirling rapids on a mellow rock,
Gleaming sunlight shining through,
Purple flower amidst the falls,
Bring me warmth I know is true.