In the expanse of time
Memories surface like
Crystals of morning’s early light
On grass soaked by rainbows
Seeking time of solitude
I find myself here, in a place where
Meaningless words are forgotten
And willows don’t weep with real tears
A secret garden filled
With flowers’ laughter
As soft as light, and feelings
Are flowing through my heart
Here time is alone
Adrift upon the wind,
Finding peace I rest my soul
Gently, on bed of velvet scents
Dancing with their shadows
Pines' long, lithe fingers
Caress the azure sky,
Singing songs of centuries
Daydreams are weaving spells,
Again and again… ever so softly
The breeze breaks into a song,
Like blooming flowers