Opening its eyes to blinding light
Falling lightly in the darkness
Feeling the ground within its sight
Ancient, hallow floors of sleep
To dream, perchance to creep
Along in a steady rhythm
A perfume no one can fathom
Floating towards the age of wisdom
Seeing, as within a dream
The stillness of periwinkle tongues
Dished out in silver bowls of cream
In your mind's eye
I fly high