I have decided to tell you
How much I aspire
To see you and absorb
The moments of truth
Which will remain intact
No matter what we do
To the intervals of desire
Or the long spell of rain
Which washes the footprints
Of a walk along the trees
Singing, smiling and when
The spirit was free
But then freedom is a virus
Which can afflict any dream
Liberating it from our hearts
So that it blossoms in the beats
Which will now have to endure
Evaporation of the tears
How else can one explain
Why there was no pain
When time stuck it spears