Soft Embalmer of the Still Midnight - Celestial Season

Shutting with careful fingers

Our gloom-pleased eyes

To walk through gardens of delight

We’ll live in our dreams

This night, we’ll live our dreams

Our secrets will be sung

They slip away from your lips

Into the sweating midnight air

You make our dreamscape

Feel like falling

Falling from the highest mountain

Into a valley of green, soft leaves

Gliding through this passing day

Enshaded in forgetfulness

We create our ideal world

Banished is the rage of yesterday

Dawn falls for the morning to shine

Awake, new-born, you fade away…

…for another day…