In my dreams, it seems I can fly
Over the mountains straight into the sky
Where white clouds intent to welcome me
When suddenly the sky does tremble
A thunderstorm makes his assemble.
With sparks as weapon and fearsome light
The nightmare just needs to be purified
The task is known and soon be done
The peace restored and darkness gone
With sun’s arrival a brand new day
-Between the white clouds I fall a sleep, and dream away-