I had a vision of a blue mountain
with wings at the bottom...

Stepping away from my comfortzone
it's in my nature...

I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...

When you were laying on the ground
taking your last breath...

Standing on top of the mountain
the ocean under my feet...

I was that flower
which blooms in winter...

I cherish those moments
the times I have with you...

If I had ever transferred some of my time in to a...
it still would not have grown interest...

A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear...

My spirit is wide open
my soul is exploring...

I actually met the wind
objects were crashing in the streets...

I have walked the floors
hallways whispering my name...