Find me where the myths lie

In the heart of the soul

Amongst green olive trees

I have nowhere else to go

Where vines' dew turns into honey

Dripping like starlight off the Sun

Peppering kisses all over fluttering eyelids

Holding back time until they are done

Night gazes at the staues' marble

Softly perfect as it is uneven

And wishes to remain eternal too

If the children's blessings are given

Antlers grow on trees and rocks

While deer are made of leaves

Harvest gives more life than it takes

Never forgetting what it receives

Swirling clouds graze soft lips

As waterfalls flow into the sky

Making oasis out of amber dreams

Each time lovers together lie