I still remember that dream, when trees used to rhapsodize with me
I felt like a swallow, flying with the four cardinal winds
Painting the breeze with my wings
I still remember...
I remember how near was the sea
And the harmony of rocks covered by him
And the sand as his daughter
Crying the mourning of a loss that neither she recalled...
And recognized...
And...
And here I am arrested in my own dream, hearing my own whispering:
"God Bless the Ocean, God Bless the Trees
Godspeed dark thoughts becoming blood my knees."
I just want that dream when voices and melodies surrounded me