Walking the gates of eternity
On the pavement of dry roses
Ink of sweat and pen of bones
I thought of the last rain

I was seeking to complete the potrait
Painted with the colours of tears
Every tissue deprived of the warmth
Sun was a myth, moon a magic

Then you happened to me
And I happened to you
The spring in hot summer
Shade in my desert walk

My words are shallow and weightless
Wish i could dip them in love
Hold you with my lines
Paint you with my breath
Summer moon and winter sun of my heart
Every beat longes for you
The smile to entice the roses

Sometimes the dream is too good to be true
And I am a dreamer
I dream the world is still and you are in my arms
My reality is better than that fiction
When you are in me I am me.