What's Become of the Baby

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawnWhat's become of the baby this cold December morning?Songbirds frozen in their flight
Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Calling... answer comes there none
Go to sleep you child, dream of never ending alwaysPanes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of Khan
But where in the looking glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was perfect as dawnWhat's become of the baby this cold December morning?
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?Racing in rhythms of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of Odin
Allah, pray where are you now?
All Mohammed's men blinded by the sparkling watersScheherazade gathering stories to tell
From primal gold fantasy petals that fall
But where is the childhood who played with the sun chimes
And chased the cloud shape to the regions of rhyme?Stranded cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of lead
Shackled by chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead