I close my eyes, in vision a world in its pass;
only I could see of its eternal mass.
With winds sparkling with gold,
as if a story unfold-
of my fantasy coming true,
as I taste the morning dew.
I lay here in my ever sleep,
awake but in a dreaming heap.
I am royal; I am but a poor man,
just living life with this lifeless span.
I speak my voice not that of hate,
in this world consumed by fate.
Love and joy rules this realm,
and I still overwhelm.
There's beauty as far as the eyes can see-
this be a place, built just for me.