.
The bells ringing
In the distance, far away,
far away, silver and white
.
The village stretching
Up its arms and legs, still asleep
still asleep on the empty road
.
The sun rising
Across the river quickly flowing,
flowing over the rounded rocks
.
The wind wispering
Through the leaves, sweetly singing
Singing birds of light
.
One last star twinkling
Up above, fainting, sinking,
sinking in the dark endless well
of your eyes
You move. I feel your hand
in the grass. And a smile.
.