You pull my bolts of fog,
you close or open the prison,
your hands become moving levers,
we’ll walk smiling together.

Forgetfulness, body with no wings
is shrinking as a shadow,
with the patience fallen below the steps.
The way through to the edge of the universe is laying,
your belief remains
a point of yesterday,
today we seek a new horizon
under which we go through
towards tomorrow.