At dawn, when the sky is barely bright,
I will slip away in silence.

I’ll leave my burning passion
to the cool, whispering wind,
and cast my aching sorrow
into the vast, open sky.

This soft, trembling heart—
perhaps it’s time to let it go,
let it drift away
as a cloud, light and free.

I have seen the heavens,
beyond the edges of imagination,
where beauty steals away words.

Yet regret still lingers—
for a life left unlived.

I would pass that quiet stone,
walk through the land of fire,
to find you.