In the wee hour
when the world sleeps
I get my bag
and start wandering
I chase the trail
that your thoughts
are leaving behind - in the sand
and in no time
i find myself -  in wonder land
There is the hope
There is the love
There is the star of the north
There are the signs all along
In that moment
when the bond is very strong
you glitter
like a jewel in the crown
and when the day breaks at last
I come home
with a bag full of words
to pen them down