The blue bird is flying in great, true waves
and we will await what the future holds
we see if we find these old secret caves
with treasures to find in old velvet folds.
With scissors, I want to rip off your silk,
with patience of tiger, I cannot bear
but I`ve drinken wisdom from well of milk,
so I think I`m able to treat you fair.
My drapery follows my body`s lines
and I hear a swish every time I turn
while secretly looking for hidden signs
if you feel the same, as I am my yearn!
So, tell me my love, may I hold your hand?
and maybe, one day, your own land, as planned….