l i l a - Winter

I stand with that soft ice on my face
Vast field and some kind of blooming tree
Little breeze of an infinite wind

Time is slow and somehow
Frozen in the mountains

In the night tall shadows
Haunting the plains
Ahead I see all bright and clear
Just the beauty of a blissful reverie

Captured the snow in a sight
Open window to the south
Everyone asleep, still life
And soothing light outside

All those distant suns they arise
One's going to the eye to the hand
And to the other eye, our hands
They want to touch what our eyes see

Hold on, just hold on to the reverie

Velvet blue sky lets on
An icy white Moon dark
And shimmering night

I've got all those birds
Flying in front of me all those trees
Growing up within me