I saw you stepping into the fire
Of drowning in the river sun,
And only wind, a careless liar,
Tried to stop you when you ran.
The wind is lucky, it has wings,
But we don’t have ones anymore.
The wings are necessary things
For those two who want for more,
As we were able conquering height,
I still remember, we could fly.
Wings help us feeling free and bright,
This is the thing we can’t deny.
The birds are playing hide-and-seek.
I’m playing, too, a funny game,
And being wingless, kind of sick,
I’m writing in the sand your name.
In thousands years and million days
It will repeat on Earth again,
Like rivers flowing many ways
To seas, and seas give them back rain.
Someone like you steps in the light
And runs in a distant wonderland,
Someone like me waits for the night
Writing your name in the wet sand.