All the time I think
of the sky high above,
full of stars and souls.
Every time they blink
up flies a frail dove
that my heart stole.
A piece of me stolen,
a sky of stars swollen…
The dove flies high,
with candor I sigh.
The dove is so frail
but it brings a mail.
Diamonds in the sky.
Stars full of wisdom.
Souls shining bright.
If the dove shall fly,
it will find a kingdom
where there’s no night.
lucarna 