come with me
when the morning arrives and the sun is eager to shine high,
when the red is the colour of the sky blue
and when you will be mermerised with the dreams new,
come with me...
it's summer in day but cold outside...
my dear, the sun is still to rise,
the moon is dying high and darkness is past night...
Come with me...
To the beginning of time
Us together till we die...
Walk downhill to our next climb
In the sands of life..., beside a golden tide...

© Pratik Anand