Lighting flash, moving slowly;
Color of angels, fluttering wings;
Dots of despair, inside purity;
Floats dancing for a tune echoed.
Wings of angels, slowed and slowed;
Paused for a time, my friend without murmuring;
Rest with beauty, in the breeze of eternity;
Closed eyes behind leafs of heaven.
Wings where transparent, as childish memory;
Reflects innocence with shadow of dots;
World was vast, beyond reach;
Hanged thinking, never told a word to me.
Called a flower, from the corner of garden;
Nectar is ready, vanish very soon;
Heard voice with rhythm;
Fluttered wings, moved slowly.
Floated dancing singing a sweet song;
Nectar was sweet, Nectar was sweet;
Flowers called again and again;
Fluttering wings never rested.
Garden was green, healthy and fresh;
Leafs where new, flowers scented high;
Never called me, for a feast;
Grass was bushy, and flowers where plenty.