VAGABOND

I’m waiting for the night drifting away
On the waves of my dreams to another day
I’m standing on a hill and beyond the clouds
The wind’s blowing still and catching my doubts

I’m hunting on the night the slave to my dream
An illustrated scene descends in the sleep
We’re playing for the fights emotional games
I’m turning off my eyes and hiding my shame

I’m watching all the flowers dying away
In heated breath of life at the dawning day
I’m waking up in spring and kissing your face
The sweet moving thing I feel your embrace