When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.

To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, You’ll be way too late.

The night is still waiting.

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.