Saturn's sun,
it burns at night.
my heart's floating,
Immobile strings like light,
Smoke simmers in,
It's a feeling
it's something within!.
Witness the rose red wine
it spreads like fire,
it's my canvas,
a painting I admire.
A feeling,
An image!
A thousand thoughts,
this magical imagination
no mind of sort.
Could you colour the road
of a destination untold or caught.
come with me, come...