My heart was swimming
in words gathered by the wind
My voice bounded
into a cloud-carried tomorrow
My heart trembled
in the moon-swayed mirror
Soft tears
spilled with a stream of stars
Isn't it beautiful?
If we could walk, hand in hand,
I'd want to go
to your town, your home, in your arms
I dream of being
against your chest
my body in your keeping
disappearing into the evening
Words halted by wind are
a gentle illusion
A tomorrow torn by clouds is
the voice of a distant place
My heart that had been
in a moon-blurred mirror that flowed
Those stars that trembled and spilled
cannot hide my tears
My dream of
your face
that I softly touch
melts in the morning