every time I close this eyes, I can envision a paradise
where I slowly grow wings as my dna blows in splice
all the lights of the dimensions, glittering before me
when I exist once again as a child, laden upon the sea
perching outside this body, removed from every pain
in a stormy night and all I need is another drop of rain
for shadows roam around the mountain top, all longing
and there at the gate of destiny, I am banging, singing
a song about kingdom come where my spirit'll be free
and the thoughts of men and women connect to a tree
and the descriptions of this heart is inferred by wind
the potent root of my carnal desires cleansed, so kind
so I run all night in my sleep into the arms of dreams
flying out of reach traveling to the home of lightbeams
where the moon is wearing a pulchritudinous red cloth
and nothing declines with time, all is slow like a sloth
every-thing there is lit and handsome beyond compare
accumulated essences burning, in a concentrated flare
every single time I close my eyes I can envision paradise
transcendent and harmonized, a peace without sacrifice.
