Nektar Receiver

I remember things about the last...
Turn the colour of the dawn with an echo
Chosen by a moment
Nothing more than a mirror
Wonder of a time when music filled the meadow

When the last ripple reaches the shore
Of the shining void that makes the dreams
Woven like a golden wing which carries the Word

Born of the morning
Watching the river
Bright seed of starlight
Love is the bringer
Warm taste of spirit
Nektar Receiver...

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