I will go where you are,
where the weather
inclement weather abates the senses,
beyond dreams,
where lost echoes
lost echoes fade.
I will go in the mist
to the edge of the sky,
to those corners
that the soul longs for,
where destiny
imprecise, without fear
weaves threads of life
in the web of stars.
Where the wind whispers
its silent verses,
and the moon, witness,
caresses the silence,
where the shadows dance,
the forgotten footsteps,
there, you and I,
in an eternal beginning.
I'll go where you are
without doubts or walls,
I'll find you in the echo
of an old whisper,
where time, though cruel,
is but a song,
where love and hope
are intertwined in every cry.
