You will never feel at ease

You will never be at peace

You will never feel the breeze

In a midsummer night’s dream

She awoke

Not with worry and fear,

But a smile

Knowing this was her year

Once a bird met a tree,

On its winter journey,

Across land and sea.

“May I rest my legs on your branch?”

Inquired the bird, tired as can be.

To experience a moment so beautiful,

That it suffocates in silence,

And is interrupted only by rain;

In times of pain,

I yearn for this moment.

Live a little,

Both in fantasy and reality.

Close your eyes,

And bathe in the remnants of what life can still be:

In a meadow lays a lily,

Not far from a fallen tree.

The sun and moon dance together,

For eternity.