Perfect Tranquil

A cloud of perfume lavishes your atmosphere, A perfect tranquil ether in the open mind, Words become so hard to say when you are near, I wish myself beside you as the days unwind. A crooner holds a mike aloft beneath the moon, The sky at night burns red above the highest hill, I dream a perfect tranquil of your coming soon, My vision fixed on you when the world stood still. A rolling meadow tumults to a silver stream, A taste of summer mingles with a lemon rain, And when you realise that this is not a dream, Our perfect tranquil time forever shall remain.