I close my eyes

The lantern dies

The scent of awakening

Wildhoney and dew

Childhood games

Woods and lakes

Streams of silver

Toys of olden days

Meadows of heaven

The flowers of wonder

And the hidden treasures

In the meadow of life

My acre of heaven

5-year-old winterheart

In a place called home

Sailing the waves of past

Meadows of heaven

Rocking chair without a dreamer

wooden swing without laughter

Sandbox without toy soldiers

Yuletide without the Flight

Dreambound for life

Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden

Until I see the 1st star of fall

I fall asleep

And see it all:

Mother`s care

And color of the kites