Is there life without a passionate night?
At times there is only this sensitivity to dream
As night cobalt sky turns to light weaving purple
And the sun whispers a hint of blushing pink
Each warm colorful embrace takes me on this track
I step on white puffed up clouds beyond to dream
Oh I know how you whisper to my consciousness
I embrace the new day that my God offers
The fragrant morning has twisted sweetness
Like sugar and cream in my tea cup
Let me sip this delightful honeyed treat
May I pour a little to each who chances by?