Honeymagic

All that seems to be

Across the land and sea

Forces moving clocks

And boulders

All on the run

From that devil Sun

Lie ourselves in grass

Find ourselves at last

Honeymagic

Moving color

The Dream, and Backward One

The pattern I become

A call from far away

Light creeps into day

Only emptiness

Sweet harmony of sadness

Wraps the world

In its dark fold