Tears of golden joy do wake,
A summers breeze does sweep.
Like falling snow in winters way,
My heart does fail to sleep.

Soft steps through clouds untouchable,
I float in sweet enchanting dreams.
To find a paradise that is mine alone,
That no man nor beast can reach.

A trace, a scent of passing days,
Are held tightly at the core.
As eternity is always reached,
Through imaginations door.

The wind may howl and worry,
At the strangers who do pass.
But there is no need for panic,
When love is in your grasp.