Farewell to the sun, I’ll wave my hand goodbye. And with the sleeping wind at night I’ll sometimes grieve and sigh For days now gone — so tranquil, Free from care and strife — And for my flaws that tore apart The banner of my life. I’ll step beyond all boundaries, My palms in prayer entwined. I’ll break the pain of wounded heart To fragments small and fine, And breathe out with a gentle smile While gazing at the flame… Spreading wings within my dreams, I’ll fly away untamed. I’ll fly away with silent streams Of clouds that drift on high, And with the faded gleam within These complicated eyes That rest on simple, modest things In matters known and small… A whisper now draws near to me — Prophetic words that call.
