Once we climbed up a mountain,
and sit on two rocks close.
You leaned your soft head on my shoulder,
and whispered:
If only we were those rocks.
The morning sun blazed behind you,
The breezes flied your shiny hair,
A voice from the deep valley,
I echoed with trembling:
“I am”.
yet felt it sank as a plast bag.
When the dusk descended,
The dark eroded your whisper.
The shade of the rocks there
sighed inside:
Life stream flows there,
and my wait trickles ever.
Then echo from me fade away:
as a lonely rock I am.
and sit on two rocks close.
You leaned your soft head on my shoulder,
and whispered:
If only we were those rocks.
The morning sun blazed behind you,
The breezes flied your shiny hair,
A voice from the deep valley,
I echoed with trembling:
“I am”.
yet felt it sank as a plast bag.
When the dusk descended,
The dark eroded your whisper.
The shade of the rocks there
sighed inside:
Life stream flows there,
and my wait trickles ever.
Then echo from me fade away:
as a lonely rock I am.