The softest wind that stirs

Across the valleys and the plains

Of immeasurable moments

In the flaming fire that taunts

The duelling of my senses

Between the dark and the light

The silken ripples of remembrance

Singing in the background

Like the birdsong of spring

The herald of summertime

Wandering riots of colour

The elusive shades that dance

Where blossoms grew

And I see the imaginable shore

Flickering in the distance

And there's a fine ship

To take me there

Through the reckless tides

With a compelling companion

Who lives in every journey

As I rise so high and fall so deep

In the regions of my mind