The whiteness of the jetstream
Draws a line in the blue sky
Far away, unto nowhere it goes continuing forever,
As if it knew tomorrow
I was drawing shallow breaths
I remember the wind that cooled my hot cheek also
Before the future my cramped limbs
Will be untied by a quiet voice
Missed to the point of wanting to cry,
The one life. The light of Midsummer
Was shining on your shoulder, sunbeams filtering through the trees
A crushed white ball
Flower petals scattered by the wind
A couple floats on an invisible river
That sings as it flows
* Before the future my cramped heart
Some time will remember its name
Beloved to the point of wanting to cry
The one life. The place of return
On my finger an unvanishing summer day
Source:The whiteness of the jetstream
Draws a line in the blue sky
Far away, unto nowhere it goes continuing forever,
As if it knew tomorrow
I was drawing shallow breaths
I remember the wind that cooled my hot cheek also
Before the future my cramped limbs
Will be untied by a quiet voice
Missed to the point of wanting to cry,
The one life. The light of Midsummer
Was shining on your shoulder, sunbeams filtering through the trees
A crushed white ball
Flower petals scattered by the wind
A couple floats on an invisible river
That sings as it flows
* Before the future my cramped heart
Some time will remember its name
Beloved to the point of wanting to cry
The one life. The place of return
On my finger an unvanishing summer day
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