The breeze gently
kisses my face.
At the foot of the mountain
the bright sun
rises high.
My long-lost friend,
please hold me close—
like a mother’s hands
wiping dry
my rain-soaked heart.
Let us sing!
March toward
the mountain’s far side.
Let us dance!
Step toward
the dream’s far shore.
Dark clouds!
Do not
threaten us again.
For with the sun,
we fear no more.
But then I wake.
The journey
has not yet begun.
It was a dream—
yet not a dream.
