IN THE MORNING
With you, I walked through the mornings,
Listening you translating meanings of the each star,
That we stole from above.
We melted into the spring rain drops,
Dreamed beside flowery gardens,
Singing to each flower, fortuned enough to tingle your neck.
My heart is full of breathing,
And I wanted entire world to hear it.
Oh, why that unnecessary importance?
What a waste of precious years!
What a waste of pleasing the wrong side of Universe!
I woke up this morning,
And millions of images of my life started into my face.
I counted the things I took for granted living that life, comparing it to unrealistic
And foreign life of UN known.
Why would I want that world to hear my heart?
I want YOU to hear it alone!
You, my best friend.
You, my journey!