Sitting here in the casement window of my soul
In two minds 'dancing in a theatre of dreams'
'Yellow on purple', I dream of you
Ah the Himalayas was cumulated in such a conflict
Where parallel thoughts like parallel bars did collide
Where white prayer flags, suspended above 20,000 ft.
Gymnastically awaited the arrival of something heavenly,
Oh, I feel like an eagle flying over the Lions Gate Bridge
Stanley Park Vancouver, closing my eyes kissing your lips.
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