When I roam over the plains of forgiveness,
When I drink grey skies; dandelion wine,
There is spring in the paradise and so quiet these evenings,
So plentyful the nights.
When I swim over the warm waves of feelings,
Melt my heart down of such amount of life,
I'm rediscovering senses and meanings,
And I am so high.
I just stay with the eyes wide open, sleepless,
And start to dreaming awake,
Beyond that new born uncovered deepness,
Much more than I can take.
Dreaming Awake
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