SOARING BEYOND THE UNREACHABLE ON WINGS OF LUCY’S SINGING
NIGHT FALLS
MY SPIRIT
IS STUCK IN THE MUCK
I GET INTO BED
HEAR YOU SING
AND LIKE A MAGIC CARPET
IT TRANSPORTS ME FAR
BEYOND THE FURTHEST STARS
PROPELLING ME AT LIGHTNING SPEED
THROUGH INDESCRIBABLE
PHANTASMAGORIC SPACES
SUDDENLY I AWAKE
YOUR SINGING HAS STOPPED
-----------------------------------------------From "Admirer"
