Along the purple lines
of the sky,
My wishes hide, my
dreams lie.
Beneath the sparkle of
the sea,
My hope is captured, my
soul is free.
Within the circle of
the silver dew,
My smile conceals, my
promises stay true.
On the swan’s shiny
wings
My feelings drift, my
love springs.
In the wrinkles of the
old tree,
My wisdom grows and my
thoughts spree.
In the secret whispers
of the rain,
I become alive, I am
born again.
16/9/11
