Clouds are forming
A beam of sunshine gleams into my
Eyes, they're warming
With crowns of gold, they hold me in a
Trance, a warning
A sign I do my best to decline
Time, It's morning
Yet the sun is close to none, can't see your
Face, adorning it's smile
Amber honey, tint so wild
Feels I've known you for a while
Enchantress, with your gaze, my domicile
I hope this is not a dream
Tell me this is not a dream
Enchantress, with your gaze, my domicile