"(By painting again, she returns to the world of the spheres)"
There's no life in the world,
When mankind misses itself
Crushed as an object
In a clockwork of flesh
But a hidden treasure,
That glows in your chest,
Forms a veil of awareness -
The mild waves of art
A heart is blackened, a dark sea lies grey,
A soul is wasted, because you obey -
The enlightened sea, its swelling waves will surround you
Humanity grows
Unleashing your power - the waves will ignite you
Humanity returns
Oh, you feel yourself,
Your heart pulsates, you shatter black illusions from the eyes
You enter unknown spheres of opened minds -
Sinking into a fair delight
So she paints and leaves the world behind,
Out of a golden hope that fills her mind
All the dreams she forms that will occur,
Colours from the heart will shelter her from fear
The aspiration is feeding her work
The frame enlightens to the bright arcadian gate
The gleam of white is soaking her in
Landscape uncloses, a feast under the blue
