The gates of childhood draw apart their embrace, opening slowly.
And I, roused of old memories, make my entry gaily.
The sky yearns to play with us,
Adamant like a child to join.
Mother's love is forever my cradle,
Old memories cuddle and caress me.
The seedling called love took sprout in our young lives,
It nerves descended far into the heart's abyss.
The azure sea above bare all its emotions without pause,
It's feelings hoist our prosperity.
The crimson streaks of the horizon are wounds of the selfless sky,
Caused by the naïve sun
Dawn and dusk are the pain that the sky tolerates to give earth's creatures warmth,
The moon arrives and heals it, casting a white shadow on black linen.
The sky is like a womb to all of god's children,
It even safeguards the wicked.
The sky cries for simpers and smiles,
To bring whimpering souls mirth.
Hands entwined,
Lead me the way.
Beloved, the tender past ignites unknown desires,
Let us sail there in our boat of love.
If I were live like this,
Forever and eternally will I yearn to exist,
A grin sewed on my face
Merry hide and seek times will await for me,
Won't I joyfully accompany my peers?
If the heart's a virgin,
What will thaw it's purity?
If I know this secret,
I'll lure the evil away from our rejoice.
The sky yearns to play with us,
Adamant like a child to join.
My threshold illuminates with love,
pleading loved ones near.
Nigh is the death smirking,
Yet distant are the troubles,
What could detach this good glee?
