I move in an inner world, subjects being dreams.
I move alone, in no company, riding into the twilight,
Browsing through time, searching, of my life, ends and means
At this hour when the red of horizon grows into night.
Spotless Savannah stretched for years
Till stars shone on a foliage-you-a friend.
Is dusk an hour of defeat and tears
When I realised and won-you-a friend?
My eyes now outshine the brightest aurora
Thanks to the gleam put in by-you-a friend.
My history now knows no box of Pandora
Thanks to the joy brought in by-you-a friend.
Aimless, a disgrace, I bore through life
Till the moment I found you-a friend.
I aspire now and work unto strife
Till I know I deserve to call you my friend
I wish to speak to you always-but end in a mime.
Why do you steal my words, why my friend?
I want to let you know that no stretch of land or time
Can keep me away from knowing you, my friend.
