Meaning, a realistic dream.

Six months of glory,
six months of digging.

Memories and past live on,
in today's morning, in today's song.
And, yes, melodies are meaningless noises,
prairies look like flat wastelands,
stars imitate flickering bulbs
if they are compared to your heart.

What else could you be,
but joy and thunder
and beauty and hope.
As sunrays, six flowers you gave life to,
like spring water you brought me relief.

A moment in time
a scent in the wind,
so fragile, yet everlasting,
we sculpted love
in the rock of meaning, with furious letters
we achieved bliss
we achieved to be us.

Six months of glory,
six months of digging.