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 Isn't it beautiful?

If we could walk, hand in hand,

I'd want to go

to your town, your home, in your arms My dream of

your face

that I softly touch

melts in the morning