The fragrance of tomorrow is sweet with a matchless grace
Painting the softness of my immortal eye with vermeil dye
To mark the depressed tenderness playing across my face
With auburn air luxuriantly rolling abreast where I may lie
To trim the well turned arm and my spirit, the sea is calling
Cunning, elusive and chanteuse, a polished incline to wave
In the cloudiest mists of vapour's brawls, wind is whistling
Silver glits conspired against the earth, bursting into flame
So the brightest dreams of my heart are not of the lit stars
But haggard humanity drowning sullen with faraway despair
Ghastly happiness pale and sinking into tomorrow's tears
Nourishing cool and chastity into existence from nowhere
I am happy, a specimen of elegance no matter how short
Refreshing my soul with a relentless desire to simply live
I cheer the clock on because I want to look at the sun's art
Drops of wisdom sinking into my body and mind to thrive
Roused in superstitious light, lifting the freedom of night
I breathe for the ignominious beauty of the midnight rain
So I can witness the aesthetic river descending out of sight
While every second resounds sternly with agonizing pain.
