When I see time pass by
in your palm's wrinkled paths...

In your dreams,
you would always wait...

I still remember
the silken strands of sunlight...

I once imagined the tears in the world
break and shatter...

I want to write about you
before I forget about you...

hey...

I still wish and whisper, hope and plea
(with every shooting star I pretend to see...

Sometimes, snowflakes fall
like memories...

When I saw you lost and sad
about things...

There are some things I cover with water,
layer upon layer, for them to fray...

Fly! Fly!
And leave behind only feathers...

On my adventures, I sometimes see
teddies looking just like me...