...The gift to understand each other,
to see the stars twinkle in the eyes,
to flee the earthly being
and to float with the storms.
To rise into the atmosphere,
where the symphonies of planets can be heard,
moons sing solitary songs
and take us to remote dimensions.
A comet's fire sheds light upon our path,
dust and ice in an elliptic world,
cold torch, ever leading us
as your hand touches my face.
Wandering through our dream
beyond space and time
twinkling stars adorn our eyes
and every word loses its meaning...