Visions

Whenever I hear the song "Callas went away", many of the following images form very clearly. Is it supernatural? Reincarnation?

Grey Stone Wall, moss laden.
Shallow stream flowing beside.
Sparkling white sand bank
Twinkling in the red sun.
Dry golden autumn leaves.
Purple blooming flowers.
Tapping sounds of hoofs
of the golden mare
surrounded by the sound of bird chirping.
Orange smoke rising in the distance
from the smith's workshop
accompanied by the faint clang of iron
and the echo of the holy bell.

Riding the faithful handsome beast.
Wearing a flowing white cape.
Under the flowing silky hair
carrying a composed, yet enthusiastic face.
Weathered by struggle against evil
yet glowing with positive energy.
The face of a woman.
The creator of life.
The nurturer of faith.
The propagator of Love.