Taking me into

Joy, warm and happiness

We are holding the invisible string

Everything in the air is filled with the flowers sweet scent

Dark nightmares disappears like shadows

At sun rise 

Happy dreams is surrounding us

Like a mothers arms around her newborn child

But you never see how red the rose is

Before it’s dead

There is know a desire for new meat

It’s fantastic

So new, so attractive

The mystery drive us into

Thoughts

A doubt whisper to us

That the softest lips

Can be softer

And the most beautiful eyes

Can be prettier, that they can show us more

The dinner is ready

We breathe in a last time the flowers sweet scent

But when the plate hit the table

The only thing we breathe in the scent of new meat

And the quiet waltz is playing its last note.