How beautiful it might have been

If we stayed in a reverie

Your thoughts raise me with both arms

Carrying me to the clouds

And I like the little girl I am

Like a feather carried by the gentle wind

Slowly fall onto your palms

 

When solitude invades me

I dream of your ocean

Your sail of illusion

The sail of serenity

Frozen under the rain

Planted high in one of the clouds

 

I hear the Oud playing

The strings shed tears

Rewriting my history

Tempting the sun

Romancing the summer

And in the most beautiful painting

I come back to my room

I come back

Nothing with me

But reveries