Fantasy*

If we have wings
we can fly over the wildest sea
if we are clouds
we would never be weary--

we would fear no heights
if we are the sky
if we are the light
would the dark ever draw by?

if each of us is an orchard
we would have fruits in every season
if each of us is a running well
wouldn't thirst be out of the question?

wouldn't we be one
if in your heart
you invite me to stay
and we vow never to part?