
The doors of time closing
The candlelight flickering
In the wind of the hour
Entering the chamber
The dying candle shows
The last slipstream of times
Wistful images of memories
Even those I want to forget
Yet I don’t want to forsake.

The doors of time closing
The candlelight flickering
In the wind of the hour
Entering the chamber
The dying candle shows
The last slipstream of times
Wistful images of memories
Even those I want to forget
Yet I don’t want to forsake.

Eeny, meany, miny, moe
Who’ll spend the night
Under the old oak tree
To meet and greet the spirit
From the world in-between
And chase it all night long
While heard but unseen
Laughing then howling
Till the first ray of the dawn
Basks it in light and let it go.

I once dreamed of dreams
Traveling the cities
with stories from the past
to the present in all spades
by the seas thru the waves;
Now all plucker in the mirage
reflected in the mind windows
as the streams of time flow
letting them go now and never.

The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright,
Seated on silver Chariot
Carry me away in bliss
And lay me in thy heart
Crystal shining, pearl chaste,
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright.

Where she came from
The white wreath of snow
Blossoms where cactuses grow,
Lakes become links of ice;
She shall smile when Boreas
Arrives in the wings of winter
And ushers in the fury of fire.
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