From time to time, from day to day
my heart leaves land, where sun is grey.
From time to time I’d like to know
how black is earth, how white is snow.
I’d like to feel from day to day -
my birds of spring aren’t far away.
I draw and dream to come and see
your snowy sail there’s on the sea.
I’d like to draw your eyes above
to read my heart and meet my love.
From sky to sea, from spring to snow
let time be mine, let river flow.
The oldest way – to bump and fly,
hence darling shoulder’s nearby.
From time to time I come to know
how strange is earth, how hot is snow.
My paper’s white, my hair’s grey.
Yet pencil draws to change my way,-
from sky to sea, from spring to snow
time could be mine, could river flow.
09.09.2015.