You were dreaming of me,
at least I supposed so...

And I love the moments when I think of you
for there are no moments that feels as true...

If I could be an arrogant wave
to wash your face off my way...

If not about the ruins
that linger at the surface...

From the recurring sun
that shuns my distress...

See calm in me
through glass reflections...

Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night...

...but I was never a dreamer
until you puffed into me...

I'm fading into a color that holds no symbol,
when You-a figurative artist look for signs...

I'm sleeping for this chance
though I am afraid of...

There rose a sun,
but I'm doomed...

Were you near rebirth?
To dive in pure water...