when the ice-cold water touches my lips
And the fresh air over my body pass
I feel like flying with the air
or like walking on the feathery grass.
Come with me, to this beauties house
my love, the world is not for long
take with me, if not, but a single stride
or chant lines of sweet song.
yes! birds will sing tomorrow
the same songs, the air also blow
but my dear you will miss
your love's, if not, but last show.
Those lands were much beautiful.
low and high, in such silence stand
the mountains, that repeatedly ask me
where was my lover's hand?
come o' the lucky visitor
sleep on the nature's bed
jump and touch the sky
or high peaks proudly tread.
©lovless
L