The whiteness of the jetstream Draws a line in the blue sky Far away, unto nowhere it goes continuing forever, As if it knew tomorrow
I was drawing shallow breaths I remember the wind that cooled my hot cheek also
Before the future my cramped limbs Will be untied by a quiet voice Missed to the point of wanting to cry, The one life. The light of Midsummer Was shining on your shoulder, sunbeams filtering through the trees
A crushed white ball Flower petals scattered by the wind A couple floats on an invisible river That sings as it flows
Before the future my cramped heart Some time will remember its name Beloved to the point of wanting to cry The one life. The place of return On my finger an unvanishing summer day