The Hague, The Netherlands
I'm flying on illusion's mighty wings,
Far higher than the eagle ever flies,
Above intrusion by all earthly things,
Aloft on dreams until the darkness dies.
My castle built on clouds that number nine,
Enlightenment through touch of Angelís wing,
A tarriance with Spirits so divine
That fills my soul with love, and makes it sing.
Ethereal awareness fills my heart,
With eyes afire, I gaze upon the Moon,
To Mother Earth and heavenís starry yard;
And hope my dreamer's path wonít end too soon.
With dewdrop tears, I greet the dawn's first light --
Embracing day, I bid farewell to night.
[This message has been edited by Munda (edited 11-12-1999).]