Absent Minded
Inspiration sent from bourealis
Transparent indigo
twilight high
and here i whistle
sometimes wherever they go
the inspiration of the souls
so it is told
so it is written
the best psychic activity
happens around this phenomenon
when they dance and sway
when they ripple like the top of the pond
and we are suffering nymphs below
dragged down here by this undertow
whistling
humming
calling to the spirit above
the northern lights
the times they dance
sometime early
some time in the afternoon
pay attention when inspiration hits you
for that is when
the bourealas is sending you its muse
swaying between the colors
of white and pink and blue
gren and yellow
betwixt the hue
calling to our souls
calling to our nature
calling to our wisdom of infinite
divine standards and complexes
of salvations for the saviours
The mediums and psychics know the time
the lights dance in the sky for their intuitions peak
the writers are inspired
and the rem of dreams sis at its peak
its a powerfull time
all around the world
where soo many are restless
asllep and alive
pay attention to your muse
the inspiration of the bourealis sends you a strong vibe
every day at around the same time
let the doors flow open
let the wisdom of your souls be shared
let the time pass and be silent in your prayers
and forsee the kindred
and humbled
for this hour of power
some dance on the edge
and some play truth or dare
some whistle in the winds
and the winds whisper our prayers
and in this peak of the watchfull eyes
inside and out of the wonder of the world
let it be known to you that everyday
when you peak in performance
in creativity
somewhere so is everyone else
in their performance in their craft of wizardry and dreams
the inspiration of the northern light sent down from the heavens
is reaching out from me into you
and we intertwine as one
we roam the streets like an out of body experience
to become the sky of beings
flying so peacefull
whistled at in amazed twilight high
slaves to enchantment
see through and royalty of inner desire
the ripples of the univers transcend their light
and the darkness of the univers of hostile desires
burns on the sands of desire
twilight high
and here i whistle
sometimes wherever they go
the inspiration of the souls
so it is told
so it is written
the best psychic activity
happens around this phenomenon
when they dance and sway
when they ripple like the top of the pond
and we are suffering nymphs below
dragged down here by this undertow
whistling
humming
calling to the spirit above
the northern lights
the times they dance
sometime early
some time in the afternoon
pay attention when inspiration hits you
for that is when
the bourealas is sending you its muse
swaying between the colors
of white and pink and blue
gren and yellow
betwixt the hue
calling to our souls
calling to our nature
calling to our wisdom of infinite
divine standards and complexes
of salvations for the saviours
The mediums and psychics know the time
the lights dance in the sky for their intuitions peak
the writers are inspired
and the rem of dreams sis at its peak
its a powerfull time
all around the world
where soo many are restless
asllep and alive
pay attention to your muse
the inspiration of the bourealis sends you a strong vibe
every day at around the same time
let the doors flow open
let the wisdom of your souls be shared
let the time pass and be silent in your prayers
and forsee the kindred
and humbled
for this hour of power
some dance on the edge
and some play truth or dare
some whistle in the winds
and the winds whisper our prayers
and in this peak of the watchfull eyes
inside and out of the wonder of the world
let it be known to you that everyday
when you peak in performance
in creativity
somewhere so is everyone else
in their performance in their craft of wizardry and dreams
the inspiration of the northern light sent down from the heavens
is reaching out from me into you
and we intertwine as one
we roam the streets like an out of body experience
to become the sky of beings
flying so peacefull
whistled at in amazed twilight high
slaves to enchantment
see through and royalty of inner desire
the ripples of the univers transcend their light
and the darkness of the univers of hostile desires
burns on the sands of desire
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Inspiration sent from bourealis
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