As the summer sun rays,
long white days stretching to infinity.
The river face covered by
A lay of, peaceful, vast of, loneliness.
All windows are wide open,
Pale, blue silence.
Tall and straight are the bridges
Between, those past days
To those, which would come.
It’s so easy to bear your silence
Long white days,
Since my eyes had learn how to smile,
They stop tried accelerate,
The sweeps, upon a clock face.
Tall and straight are the bridges
Between, those days that gone by
And those days, that would come.
Accustomed to itself,
My heart, slowly count its throbs.
And by the sweet gentle beat,
Reconciled, yield and relaxed.
Like a lullaby, a baby hum a to himself,
Just a little, before, his eyes would close.
When his weary mom stopped to sing,
And Fall asleep.