Eons ago I had a friend I reached above his knees Eons ago I had a friend I reached above his knees

A deep breath of tranquility, And a connect with the radiance A deep breath of tranquility, And a connect with the radiance

A poem about the power and beauty of words. A poem about the power and beauty of words.

World of blue drying up. World of blue drying up.

To perfume the sleep of the dead. To perfume the sleep of the dead.