My image of her is there
Twirling on the edge of a dream
Whirling about in a mist of urgent devotion
Twirling on the edge of a dream
Whirling about in a mist of urgent devotion
We’ve crushed from a distance
Both of us sought truth to that vision
Lost in a world existing out of our time
Where arms encircled each other
Trippingly moving our feet in rhythm
To the music that plays only for the two of us
Nimble fingers pluck the guitar
Urging our fervent dedication to blossom
Bursting forth like cascades of flowering love
The truth in those hidden emotions
Succeeds to thrill and delight us both
With simple gladness and innocent wonderment
But only in the heart and the mind
Only there may the freedom to enthrall
To enchant each other with words and emotions
Be allowed to dance the dance
To move with the movement of joy
And glide into regions of enraptured fervor
