| Voices The first word was "dream" From the middle of sleep Which secretly accompanies 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 Not even looking at the scenery, 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 lightThe third word was "hum".. Caught by straining ears As I softly release Your trembling arms |