This golden time intoxicates me, warms meMy heart trembles on guitar stringsA passport of waterfalls at the wellspring of feelingsI wander, I slumber wherever I please,Every corner, every part, every thornless bend.The soul is refracted in birdsong,I parade wildly through an airport of starsI rest magically at the station of dreams,To quench my thirst in the scent of a new shootMy shelter is a star with a king’s crownI live and travel with a passport of the soul!