The silent airs around us coat the mood of our time together.
Most of the evening there is an indescribable curiosity,
That even the nighttime stars cannot answer.
Mild expressions pass from you to me,
Me to you.
However dark the night,
It’s impossible to swallow back the absoluteness of my heart.
You control the mind’s eye with the simplest of intention.
And the world you conceive is hidden deep down in your soul.
‘The Springtime mountain range won’t be the same without you’.
The sound of your heartbeat is the only way I know you’re real.
And the quaking of the rhythmic pendulum of time draws me to fascination.
How long do you think I will be alive inside you?
The Space of spirits can stretch across the universe and back,
However a passing by satellite cannot even pick up the aura though its strength is immense.
Don’t fear, however, for my heart is open like the fresh golden morning.