A premonition that was just a trick of the wind,
I was chasing after the sound of your footsteps;
Everyday emotions, within a whirlpool of possibilities,
As I listened carefully up to dreams swaying lazily in the sky.
I’m pursuing the traces; overlapping, superimposed layers of you…
I want to be the one to hold your flower that wilted in a past of full glory.
Searching for things unclear, I started to spread confusion, for and within you,
But there’s only one answer speaking the truth… softly…
The rhythm being tapped out on my shoulders portrays your destination;
Here before the waves of hope, who whisper that everything will be fine,
We need only entrust our bodies to the swaying undulations of the sea.
Those traces are an illusion; you live on just as you are,
So use your eyes to make shine that flower that wilted in a past of full glory.
Ah, My Truth…
There is but one truth that connects us to an eternity… I’m sure of it.