Mountains high and mountains low
rivers of life far below...

Continuous roots of an everlasting tree
proud to everyone's reactions...

Where fly my lonely wanderings,
Not to the sky I know for sure...

The reckless spirits fly
and my heart still beats...

Dream upon the starlit sky
awaken beneath a willow tree...

How, like seasons, my life has flown
Only minutes, sounds of life was born...

Critters of the shadow night
call of the haunted souls...

Among my travels, there was a place
Of beauteous shapes, bountiful greens...

So clueless in directions
so clueless in which ways...

I wake to strange dreams,
a distant voice...

Hold the dust--don't let it fall
Hold it close and dream away...

Fly upon your angel's wings
My one and only love...