Iridescent particles in the light A dress of dead leaves And puzzles made out of clouds The song that birds sing In the hour of deep twilight In the mountains, Snowfields reflect the sky In the afterglow, Look who's at your door Wind whisperer, notice the trees A message from the first strokes of Spring Mercury in retrograde The void of the sleepy eight A universe in my head So hard to concentrate Call upon Jupiter Beautiful perceptions Violet sea Roses in the morning Name them after me Dress of dead leaves, I put it on for him Particles, like thoughts Suspended in the light...