Let me hold your hand to my joy and your envy,
Find solace in this dark world of human levy,
Together weave magic in amalgamation,
Dwell above earths sorrow beyond its desperation.
I crave for the unknown in plain beauty and form,
Tread the green fields to gather the timid night dew,
As it clings to my fingers I seek the blue skies,
Melt within the dark blonde cloak of pure ecstasy.
Could she be the sweetness in the carol I chant?
Or the past saga of desire that haunts my mind,
It is the fresh wind that blows and I want to dream,
For I fly above the rough waves with each roll.
In moments true destiny or tranquility,
Can friends in strife define faiths' credibility?