Through the winds I follow my stream
as I close my eyes and “feel” the soft breeze
I remain calm with the beauty in my dream.
To hear my thoughts fall down from the sky
As I whisper with my lips for a scream.
“I can not talk,
I can not think,
I can not pray,
as I capre diem.”
He who hears my word
therefore all grant my moon
as I begin my search within my heartbeat tune.