Bathing in the light, On the remote side, Of the yonder sun and love's might In the ether I found, the space of the mind Beauty 's unveiled Through your soft eyes I know that truth hides In the sky But the siege of love is in your heart. I can feel your embrace The charm enlaced Of our secret vows In the moon misty glow There is something growing in my mind And I weep aloud Tears of joy Fill my eyes Say farewell to the Muse To the sweet low blues You spirit of might and awe with your vacant lyre I am ethereal ! In the clouds In a dream Say it loud Farewell !

Time is misleading Senses are confused by the rain All old visions have been slain We met the Great Deer And ran along its wild kisses Hunting with the wolves Drinking from a river of forgotten bliss We ran naked In the wet fields of the morning haze Seeing the red lights Silently starting to fade Time is misleading You will see nothing but the name Of those visions that we gained We climbed the mountain To feel the new sun when it rises Among the warm rays Shining in the morning grace.

Swift as a skylark in the ether way Hast to the shores of wonder in may I rose to reach my own fancy heaven And spend the summer out in the sun Oh let me break free away from the wrenches Out of the city Out of the waste land, of the human trash Where the penniless Stick to ground Learning from the hermits in the mountains' shimmers. Pages of long gone human wisdom A garden, to share knowledge and freedom To finally be buried in the poets' corner

Vision of the flame Death and faults Reach out the gates End of the road I wish I reached The mountain peaks Crowned with faith In the evening grace Drink a milk of ice at her breasts. Snowstorm in the city With its Frozen claws And broken trucks The dirt of the world Feel free to leave On a fallen leaf To the sky and The divine bright Sell your bones and pride at the fair

She's departed The land of hers Is not but a waste Her name 's faded Lost in the shades Of the Mistress Pale Space grows empty As time is running for ghosts to live in my dreams Like a dead bird Struck in its flight Lying on the grass I slept on a sofa Red with the blood Of the child that I was In my echo-chamber There are sounds but not a light Reverberating in loneliness Oh ! but in time Then a poet arises he tells of distant days And I remember Yours is crowded More people always gather around They protect the Mistress Pale From the poems of the gale But now that love is dead There is no more risk to take Don't you know.

Blonde light crowning peaks with aerial mist A gleaming halo, towards the new morn. You springs swiftly from the stormy cave where the prophet stays As if newly born. But there are Clouds all around the disc of light Diane rises from her altar in the eastern foggy Forest, and spreads her hazy glow. The sleeping grove was awaken by the fire and the pagan dance, Around the magic stones … Watching Clouds, scattered by the Moonshine The milky blue depths of a summer day On bricks red and yellow Lit your starry face I was wondering in those ancient ruins Such a childish dream of eternal beauty A dream like Clouds… All around the Coliseum Back and forth into the Forum’s maze Down the ruined caves of the Palatino Hand in hand walking through the air. Tall and wretched pines stand in the light Cloudy shapes whispering all the sa

From deadly sins were not preserved The flowers of heaven green And the seeds of life, with me fell From the shiny faery land And I’ve been planter of trees from Paradise lost From Nine Hazels I found shelter ‘Gainst the everlasting rains And the curse of Babel never touched My tongue, my words are revels Then I wrote tales to tell of Paradise Lost From crawling plagues I’ve been hidden in The cauldron of Ceridwen And the Goddess infused in my songs The gift of the mighty Muses And I sing to regain our Paradise Lost

Under the watch of an old rowan There’s a gate to a grove in my hometown Which is dark As kids we were afraid of Tis a witches dwelling place You can se their ballet in the air And their songs… There’s a path right through the trees To the altar of strange sacrifices Where you’ll find Tall magicians in the night Red-haired sirens with wild blue eyes Dance around a magical hell-fire You’ll hear their calls You’re trapped Something stares at us You’re trapped Petrifying eyes