Evening lanterns,
Strung on the fishing line,
Glimpses of light
In my path.
Everything from before
Is not important anymore.
A web of good reasons
To leave ...

There is no salt
In my eyes,
There is no pepper
In my words.
No more pain
In my heart.
I close my eyes
And I fly away.
I absorb the freedom
Of my flight.
I open my eyes
And I see the seas;
Sea of wind,
Sea of color lines
Sea of spring..

Everything  achievable
Is not significant
Anymore.
Only something lighter than air,
Deeper than dreams,
Brighter than  stars
Makes sense to me