Nights kindle my thoughts,
angels send wishes to heart,
while stars are embracing them.
Kindly the light
just sparks on my fantasy.
I’m speaking with me
who struggles behind of ideas,
who wanders through times
looking for the calmness.
It’s peacefully here on the dreams
and nights are becoming my shelter,
my kind of happiness.
While angels hold hands on my hands
and teach me to step to the roof
is the queen of the day
and mornings are kissing the grail.
They say all these times have been here,
with Winters and Springs to renew
my thoughts, my illusion, my blue
eternity through the hope.
My kind of happiness through me.
( My kind of Paradise)