Timeless Steps

Now the morning is coming In blossoms of its light Wind on my window humming With its cold outside Dreams are in their place Filling empty on look Thru their mystical hazy grace That binocular bliss took In a universe of their own Where we are in our difference Plentiful not yet shown In their in-between trance In their toward on falling Thru the timeless steps go on Endless fantasies are calling Thru the lakes of wild swan Where we feel always more Castles in the sky beyond Of coming of unknown shore Never to authenticity dawned