Wandering soul, keep searching,

roaming this desert in peaceful pace.

A year without rain, a well you find;

hollowness it is, too deep

and all dispersed.

Fall in, unyielding devil;

veiled in the darkness,

no souls, only echoes,

aching thirst, numb fingertips

and beams of hope.

Close your eyes, dark angel,

float down a water dreamscape;

your yearning heart is speechless,

in memories, it believes

in a well flowing with tears.

Dive deeper, weeping well;

all is concealed but a thank you,

transcend into a sapphire ocean.

In this flowing freedom, you live!

for a dear face, for a new promise.

Her eyes have became my sights
Her ears have became my songs
Her laughs have became my sun
Her tears have became my stars

there is a well
in the middle of the road i walk on the way home
everytime
everyday
every chance i get, i toss a coin inside
it's an endless cycle, a routine of stopping in the middle of the road,
tossing a coin,
and whispering your name
over and over again under my breath
the well is old and aged, its walls beginning to grow moss
but everytime i throw a coin inside
those mossy walls turn into a portal,
a gate into space
my coin lands into the nightsky, 
taking its place as one of the stars;

i have thrown many, many coins
and i am reminded each time
when i look up at night
that you take the form of a wish fit neatly into a coin,
and my wish lies among the stars.