ManicWorld Magazine

For the ones who can’t drown 
For the ones who can’t travel 
For the ones who can’t see the crown 
For the ones who can’t know the arrival 

There’s someone sitting over the satellite
Long galactic appearance 
Go to the window to the light 
From the wooden cottage into a trance 

Look up to her smiling softly 
The most divine grace 
With wings of crystal, silk of white clearly 
Some see her as just shaped space

It’s okay to see her as albino 
Watch her hair flail a little 
That’s when the moon is gold, cariño 
Listen carefully to what she beholds, where her fingers fiddle 

Flowered headwear, jewellery from universe 
Playing with her delicate instrument 
Swinging her legs, they may disappear, she’s a soul diverse 
Don’t get lost in her eyes, you might lose your temperament 

She’s hypnotic, more is the music 
Just lean over and hear 
Keep your thoughts out, they may turn out to be terrific
Until you’re not fading into the tune, heed the lyre 

Gradually, sun rays will arise 
Soon you’ll know 
She’s now gone, what a surprise 
You had fallen asleep, she might now be somewhere in the snow 

Wait for her to return when you’re agitated 
This time mind her lull you with lyrics included 
There’s a serenity she’s created 
For insomniacs are especially allured.