"IMAGINOR":Hour Of Magic....

Brighter than the Sun. Above all the Gods. Significant like a ghost. Lemons,round,fresh and green, squeezed. Wisdom,virtuosity and love, like a ship swallowed in the turbulent sea. Fantasy,desire and a gunshot, seizing the day. Shackles broken but the sea is endless and mad yet. Glorified by its monstrosity. Proud. Vision's blurred in clear and bright. Craftsman,waiting eagerly in its craftily woven webs for prey.

The candle that just burnt out and left a smell Grasses, fresh but heavy with dew drops That bell, rings with some significance in a wintry night A heart in rhythm but confined A soul in search of its purpose,bleak. Streets of Vienna or the free birds. Dylan, for unsatisfied hunger. A puzzle, incomplete. A life, self destructive. A soul in search of its purpose,bleak. Finding a meaning,unveils the gray. Suppressed instincts die. The burdened grass leaves die.