And the wind blew apart,

Queen of Spades

But the heart gave its song,

And the breeze flowed upon,

Most wonderful melodic harmony.

And the queen of the spade drew my heart.

I sing for you and me,

And the wonderful sight,

Of the window apart,

With your eyes watching down,

And the sea belongs to us.

The world is the key,

to my heart and the sea,

How I wonder what lies ahead.

And the queen of the spade drew my soul.

The belief whispering,

Follows my every wish and the wonderment of thee,

Watching, waiting, for a sign from…

Watching, waiting, for a divine sign.

Wonderment of the clear-glass wine,

Flowing down my spine,

Catching the rhyme of endless mortal time.

Seeing,

What the future will bring to our lives.

Watching,

What the gaia will send in a gold ribboned-ring in your life.

And the queen of the spade drew my thoughts.

I don’t have a dream; I have a future in the voidless plain,

And I don’t believe,

That I will never see time pass then.

I wonder what brings the divine nationality,

In the ocean of time,

Pierce the ring of my destiny…

The oceans they surge,

With the light post watching over the heartbreak,

Love surging past my morality.

And the queen of the spade drew my dream.

How can I see the light,

Through the blinding of the void in the belief,

And the passing of time will only make it seem more depleting.

I wonder what time it is in the fantasy of all individuality,

And I wonder what day it is,

Past the wall of deceit.