Nonsense

I thought the mountain covers the hills
I thought the night is a place to fulfill
An illusion which comes from the real,
One step, another, the power of will.

I can dream with no sorrow,
I can touch, fill or borrow
Fire's innuendo in the rays of the sun
Just playin' the act of a silly dumb.

One more, another, just breath the air,
Create from the stars a verse of Homer.
Let the rhythm be gentle, be one with the wind,
Or just the blue-icy queen of the rink.

The madman with wrinkles is trying to ring,
So childish as beauty of spring;
The land of shadows is beginning to rise-
The keeper just throws the dice.