The criss cross, zig zagged invisible lines which connects us.
The radiant bliss of peace that attract us.
And to which we are lured like moths to light.
Once again I take this flight.

The sun that sets in the East.
A day when all we'll have is peace.
When we are no more shy of are shortcomings.
And all we'll teach our kids is loving.

That day the sun will not set.
My dear that day we'll finally rest.

In our dexterity we are deducting.
A hope for "more than now" is highly seducting.
Expropriating the sum of all our cravings.
Day by day our lives become our sayings.

Will we be holding hands when the end will be near?
Giving up all my fears, I promise, I will be by your side my dear.

~R~