If I could live
If I could live, let me be of air,
of the space betwixt land and time;
The line of sight that dreams can reach,
where twilight ever shines.
Wind blows through fields of reed,
music flows over worlds;
The trees sway with sounds of silence,
ocean depths swirls.

Let the stars cry out for me,
and bleed their tears of pain;
Lakes of moonlight wash the plains,
and lets the body lay.
Walking the roads betwixt different dreams,
peace and conflict merged;
Sun and moon build a path
for people of many worlds.