Don’t ask me to be what I once was,
Don’t ask me to love you the same,
Don’t ask me to kiss your tears away!

My tears are dry now, are burned on my face
No one can see them but me,
A piece of my soul still missing out there
But that is ok,
I’ll find it someday!

Shadows play pirouettes in my soul
and they reveal unwritten secrets,
the taste of love is lost in a whisper.

I'd like to be your tough wool jacket
that you wear in all the seasons,
you hang me on the half-broken hanger
only when you go to sleep in the middle of the night,
then I smile at you in the morning
when you take me out of the darkness.
  
I'd like to wear you like my favorite shirt
made of mulberry silk with fine lace buttons,
to feel you at my chest and dance with you
the dance of the common days,

I'd like like you to be the nectar of the Manuka flowers
from which I could feed for the whole year
then I would fly in search of the sunset,

I'd like to be your footprint
on the wet sand of the hot sea
that would take me away in distant worlds,
I'd like to…

I want to live just 2 inches above the clouds
Where you don’t need an umbrella
Not a raincoat, nor a scarf
You can leave all moods behind,
I might carry 20 pounds of memories packed in a box
But clouds can’t hold any old rocks,
Maybe I'll take only your kiss
Because is light as a bliss,
Or maybe a piece of your heart
I think that would be pretty smart!