Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Somewhere River

When we are in the midst of the river,
I gather the flowers near my chest.
Which is naked and drips with cool waters.
But the moon makes them bloom like the lotus.

I give you my lilies
because they are beautiful,
And you always hold my hand.
In the middle of the rushing stream.

In the brook, time moves in every direction.
The universe expanding above our heads.
Feel the current between our toes.
Every river, holds my love somewhere.