A Dream

The wind blows on a path full of dream dust.

A flying silhouette looks like a smiling ghost.

Without turning around, she followed the signpost.

She sees the heartbeat, illuminated by trust.

She sees birds of all colours, she sees time dying.

The passing seasons make you laugh and cry,

She imagines the last word in the starry sky

And across the universe, she sees people dancing.

She passes through forests and plains lined with flowers.

The moon and the stars shining in her eyes and heart.

The rose has not fallen, its soul is apart.

The house and the lake become ivory towers.

Sitting on her bed, with a storm of feelings,

She reads a book until dawn to learn to love.

An angel like her will always fly above 

Of time and the seasons to be able to dreaming.