My heart was swimming   in words gathered by the wind   My voice bounded   into a cloud-carried tomorrow       My heart trembled   in the moon-swayed mirror   Soft tears   spilled with a stream of stars       Isn't it beautiful?   If we could walk, hand in hand,   I'd want to go   to your town, your home, in your arms       I dream of being   against your chest   my body in your keeping   disappearing into the evening       Words halted by wind are   a gentle illusion   A tomorrow torn by clouds is   the voice of a distant place      My heart that had been   in a moon-blurred mirror that flowed   Those stars that trembled and spilled   cannot hide my tears       Isn't it beautiful?   If we could walk, hand in hand,   I'd want to go   to your town, your home, in your arms       My dream of   your face   that I softly touch   melts in the morning