Where is a dream that I have seen
Many times in my other lives,
Where am I, where I have been?
Wondering in the woods, what have I seen?
In the house, across a silent church
I have seen an empty glass of wine
It maybe mine but there is no one to dine,
There is no sun to shine.
I had to leave, I had to search
For a place that had never traveled by
But music from that empty church
Still revoking my dreams of vanishing birch.
And at the end of the sleepy streams
I saw dawn gleams,
I Shall Return to my dreams
into a desert place to start from begins.
Under inaccessible skies of blue
Of Being pure and true
To hear a melody Flute
After ages of mute.