The first word was ‘dream’
From the middle of sleep
Which secretly occompanies
The darkness in my heart
The second word was wind
Directing my journey
From god’s arms
Fanning wings
As if counting
The melting sorrows
Yet another golden
Apple fell
There is the place you’re going
With merely a single life
You struggle to reach that place
An old magic book
Moondrops; the curtain of night
Only a premonition of meeting someday
We can fly
We have wings
We can touch floating dreams
Call me from so far
Through the wind
In the light
We can fly
We have wings
We can touch floating dreams
Call me from so far
Through the wind
In the light
Caught by straining ears
As I softly release
Your trembling arms
