Like a thief in the night,
Through the Gardens of Eden,
My dying love I sought.
Perpeatual Dawn, the beauty of my life,
The soft caressing touch of a midsummer's rain,
Why, the withered fog engulfing the lake,
Withered Wood, why I wonder?
A carpet of envious green,
Stone with the softness of moss and spider's web.
This land of secret whispers...
Whispered love, why I ponder?
Mountains in misty hue,
Dark crevices, creeping on mountain sides.
This Moon Mountain of strange cries and lights...
Dew Drops on misty Clouds, why I wonder?
Dark trees a…
