The Mystic's Dream

A clouded dream on an earthly night

Hangs upon the crescent moon

A voiceless song in an ageless light

Sings at the coming dawn

Birds in flight are calling there

Where the heart moves the stones

It's there that my heart is calling

All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall

Nestled in the emerald moss

The eyes declare a truce of trust

And then it draws me far away

Where deep in the desert twilight

Sand melts in pools of the sky

When darkness lays her crimson cloak

Your lamps will call me home

And so it's there my homage's due

Clutched by the still of the night

And now I feel you move

Every breath is full

So it's there my homage's due

Clutched by the still of the night

Even the distance feels so near

All for the love of you.