Look up the sky
the Orion stares back at you
he's a hunter isn't it?
I'd like to think of you
when i see the Orion
but it just doesn't seem right
on a night like this
In a Wonderland they lie. Dreaming as the days go by. Dreaming as the summers die. Ever drifting down the stream; Lingering in the Golden Gleam; Life what is it but a dream?