with damson plum trees and blackberry skies.

Somepony calls you, you answer quite slowly

a mare with kaleidoscope eyes.

Damask silk flowers of purple and blue

Towering over your horn.

Look for the mare with the moon in her eyes

and she's gone.

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain

where grinning bat-ponies eat marbled moon pies.

Everyone smiles as you drift past the towers

that grow so incredibly high.

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore

waiting to take you away.

Climb in the back with your head in the stars

and you're gone.

Picture yourself on a train in a station

with pastel-maned ponies with sparkling gem ties.

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle:

the mare with kaleidoscope eyes.