When you wake up, and open your eyes, I will kiss them again,
For it crossed through all times, to see the summer and rain,
And whispers to my soul that the sky is so beautiful to train
My wings of hope and the dream, beyond the fear in this vein.
The stars look like the shining sand and time like a gentle wave.
What castles we build often, how often they promise to be brave?
Nothing stays, but the dream of the feather that time will crave,
And the song of the distant land that my soul sings when grave.
Now when each chapter gets over and the skin gets wrinkled more,
It’s not a loss, but humble memories that we did make together.
When we meet again, let that light shine upon us and then discover
our tossed feathers that saw all the summer, rain and the winter.
Let there be more hope, and may it be a beautiful and blessed year.