Fleeting, whimsical, ever changing
Ranging like tides brought out from sea.
Fantasy and fairy tale
A hologram, a wave
A vision of rainbow clouds and godswept gardens
And boats, come to carry me away
Where is the pot of gold,
At the edge of the rainbow?
When all the rain has gone?

A mirage inside oasis...
The hardcore edge lies gone.
Left open, simply floating,
Doors opened now cannot be undone
Floating away inside tomorrow
and suddenly she yawns...
I think I've found the edge of a rainbow
I think I'm ready to begin
I'm open now, in ways I have never been..

Goodbye to my dream...