TANGERINE DREAM 

The flowers bloom and never die,

Trees grow and cover the sky,

Colors are vibrant new and unseen,

I drift on the crystal clear streams,

Of my tangerine dream...

There’s always a sunset,

Constant is the moon,

The clouds leave the sky

 but return again soon

Flutes play endlessly

with angelic sounds,

Nothings ever lost

But peace is always found...

Birds appear at night

to sing you to sleep,

Only to be awakened

 by waves caressing your feet...

Ice melts to quench the thirst of the earth,

All are welcome to drink but no match worth...

Cries of beauty are heard by all

And no other feeling can measure

Revealing the dream zone

With untamable pleasure

Now my dream ends just where it begins,

In the sounds of the strings and harmonious things