Well I have seen you
for a small while now. But...

Little yogini
hovers above my heart...

Weary
exhausted by the sunrise...

Tender love and our tender years
how they have passed. I sift to find...

The wee little Pissant complained more his fair...
He wailed and cried that life just isn't fair...

Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...

The Invisible Space King
watches over me...

Who and What
it will take...

Fiddle dee dum fiddle dee dee
said the little king to thee...

Said the moon
to the Magician...

Under the oak
I spy my love...

Some day, my love, will you be with me?
One day, my love, just an ask not a plea...