I found her, Sleeping on a silver platter
In a field of windmills, directing her dreams
Directing her mind
The skies fill with her, fill with her dreams
Her red hair, dances in the winds
Everything is hers, her balloonflight
Burning her shallow days, her shallow years
Speeding up behind her, directing her dreams
Turning their clockwork turns, oversized propellers
In her shallow field, sleeping on a silver platter
We’re turning yesteryears, turning them to the skies
Swimming in the salty seas
Hovering in purple shallow skies
Dancing with our shadows
Chasing them across the room, she’s so fast
Sleeping on her silver platter, my shadow
Magnificent evocation!
Starward