Over time

Over t i m e

Over time I’ll wear the seasons' colors
in the dark days I'll need to browse
an antique book of legends
have now become precious

Over time I'll be stronger and wiser
and finally cutting my stamp collection
to create a snowfall of carnival corianders
to embellish in another day
the rain of voices I hear and these come back
as a marshy echo in my mind

Over time I’ll fly over oceans and islands
seeking the beauty of the misunderstood silent man
seeking the art of music of thoughts and words
seeking the art to expose oneself for what one is

Oh, precious fate, my friend !