If we could cross the sunset skies,
We'd never need a place to lie,
Finding ourselves above all else,
We could fly until the end of time.
But what goes up must also come down,
Although in spirit form we shall be joined,
So fly we will for all eternity,
Perhaps we'll find our true energy.
On a serpent's tail, we'll ride till then on Draco,
And float down the river of Eridanus,
Ride on the winged horse of Pegasus,
Visit the harp of Lyra and gaze at Vega.
Stay in the summer triangle with Aquila,
Then off to the winter triangle to gaze at Sirius,
With so many wonders in all the constellations,
We may even find if all the myths are true.
But if they aren't I'll still have my star you.
Crafted in a fine web like
Gossamer design...
DREAMWORK on a star stream
In a timeless circle, circling the
Great nebula divine, third eye
Projection, rowing in stardust
And in the river of Eridanus...
Well the dream has just begun
Like a comet on the run and
More DREAMWORK to come...
You dance the dance of the
Ancient ones that came from
Andromeda long, long ago as
The wild, wild winds blow across
The foothills of Draco...
Crafted in a fine web of a
Gossamer design in silver and
Gold...
Well the dream has just begun
Like a comet on the run and more
DREAMWORK still to come!
First to the door to met my first beauty queen,
Seeing through his sapphire eyes made my cold heart drool,
For the first time in my life it actually teaches me the teachings of one’s life.
Quickly, quickly,
Is it roses are red,
Or violets are blue.
Maybe orchids, lavenders or maybe lilies.
The snowy flakes of every lilies,
Matches her soul as the princess of Cygnus,
Crying in pain under the rushing rivers of Eridanus.
Waiting for Orion,
Her knight and shining armour.
As I , the hero of thee,
Shall follow the same path as Orion,
Soaring through the night sky for thee,
As thou would rise with Orion,
The only hero thee would found.
As it shall be you and me,
With the story of the white Cygnus invokes.
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