Blossoming Dreams

Falling stars, breaking sky, 
heavenly rain embracing 
my delicate skin. 

Waterdrops falling into my eyes, 
creating maps that will guide
what is lost within 
into my heart. 

Unchaining vessels 
by creating endless lands 
through fearless kisses 
that open fragrant 
flower paths.  

Spring will come, 
waiting is not in vain.

Time is a river that unfolds 
lovely blossoms of rebel dreams
that show you what you love to do.  

If I do, really do, what I love, 
so will you, if you really do
what you love to do, really do, 
love to do, if love is 
what we really do, we rest 
as spring peace as we do, 
as we really do.