She walks away along the hill as running drops upon a dream, the moonlight is shinning in the sky of winds.
The dark night falls into the sea and rising sun lies on her sleep. Summer is coming...
Her eyes will feel the light of ancient silence until another day will come.
Outside the door the ice dissolves the horizon, water falls from the hidden cries.
The breath of rain lies on the ground; dried by the voice of her prowl, snow mountains full of empty sounds graze her warm hands, full of the sky and fill the space behind her eyes forever...
The last breath melts away wounded by wind of day.
Changing words rises on the sweet sea of her lost dream.
