
As we walk the valley of loneliness
your steps reads my absence
my face
is not a mirror
but a frozen lake
-you'll find nothing on it
of the wind you blew
and
those small things that you didn't said
and those big inches of distance
that wraps us
makes me feel as a
gift
forgiven in an antic shop
For a moment there
walking along the valley of starless night
I become to see-
the feet getting tired
from these stones
are only one pair
and the other pair
walks the path to my heart
for a very long time
As a wild animal
lost in the forest
I start running back
to your trails
that leads to familiar path
If you get there before me,
please wait!
Even a shaman can lose his way
to the treasure of wisdom
and
this prophet of love too,
also get lost
in the starless nights