Wind, and my heart swimming in collected words Moved by the wind, in through the world. Clouds, like a voice that we all recognize. Carry the holding future.
Moon, on the sky as a trembling heart Shown on the glass unsteadily. Stars, shedding tears in an overflowing stream I see the night all around me.
Isn't it wonderful Being together, all alone walking hand in hand. And I want to go to your city To your home, into your arms.
That soul Inside your body From those conflicted nights As from my dreams.
Wind died away, and I feel all the words Led by a gentle illusion. Clouds are the future that cannot be attained. Told from impossible distance.
The moon filled with night as it flowed through your heart Such faraway reflections. Stars, ripe like tears, like fruit falls from a tree I wipe my dreams off the nighttime.
Isn't it wonderful Being together, all alone, walking hand in hand. And I want to go to your city To your home, into your arms.
To feel your face The touch of memory And now that I awake As from a dream.