The first word was 'dream' 

From the middle of sleep 

Which secretly occompanies 

The darkness in my heart 



The second word was wind 

Directing my journey 

From god's arms 

Fanning wings 



As if counting 

The melting sorrows 

Yet another golden 

Apple fell 



There is the place you're going 

With merely a single life 

You struggle to reach that place 



An old magic book 

Moondrops; the curtain of night 

Only a premonition of meeting someday 



We can fly 

We have wings 

We can touch floating dreams 

Call me from so far 

Through the wind 

In the light 



We can fly 

We have wings 

We can touch floating dreams 

Call me from so far 

Through the wind 

In the light 



Caught by straining ears 

As I softly release 

Your trembling arms