I miss him,
that man I almost met,
how can it be,
that we shared a secret...
In one brief moment,
our eyes were windows,
and in those moments,
I hope for him again...
His gentle spirit,
whispering words,
whispering words,
to dreams long forgotten...
His eyes,
like candles in the temple,
a mirror to the core of my soul...
In some brief moments,
we shared a secret,
and in those moments,
I hope for him again... |