On an Icarus breeze  
Dreams do soar
Hail to a sea just born
Beautiful secrets sleep.
 
Within the pulsating walls.
Auras of mystery surrounds 
The red majestic kingdom,
Between sleep and wake.
 
Dreams of life Awaits
Wiling in the moonlight,
To innocent slumbering for
Arms reaching in the night.
 
Only a gentle breeze caressed 
The angel of the night,
Entwined within 
Nights Aquilegia light