End of March

(and now for something different i.e. I have no idea how I feel about it)
(clcik on picture for credit)

the season has come
gliding through time, through space
twisting, turning
it has come for us, my dear, for us for us

let there be music, let there be joy
let the gods pray to us
for we are more frightful then they

in our swan coats of gold
glittering in the sunlight
blinding, blinding
with whole universes in our bellies
and songs on our lips.
of earth and space
of walks on solar flares
of games and dreams and galaxies

there is only one castle for us to enter
my love, my love
and from the highest tower
forever shine like the stars.