In front of the stearing weal,
I am driving alone,driving slow at night time;
moonlight shining on deserted Melbourne road
with few cars passing by,
and in the world of thoughts,
I am taking different road,
different dream,different life...
Looking at the door that has never been opened
and makes me wonder;
"What it could be and what would be
if I could ever open that door?"
In kissing apstraction
I opened door of our past that never happaned,
I sow our children playing and laughing with us
in garden of roses.
He's words makes Eho's in my spirit
'What an wonderful life we could have if we met in our youth'
I am driving in my thoughts,
on the road of life or world of dream,
I'am smiling to myself,
thinking of him...
Smiling at Apstract dream of unknown past,
joining roots in present time to met future time,
constracted from present dream,desires,longing,
all met together in one...
Dream of desired thee,
dream of us,
pointing towards our present pulse's beat,
thy breath to life we give to each other,
filling silent distance with creative apstractions
that gloom of earth's possibilities...
Walking to the door that is open to us,
To greet thee,
Looking at the stars we met
miles apart