Counting flowers

Марина Чиянова
Counting flowers
In a garden of our youth -
Learning to be oursleves,
Seek the truth,
Love and be love,
And then only to disappear in the moonlight,
Like vampires,
By the nature's darkness inspired.

Looking for a starlit night
For magical influence
And knowing we're not here for the first time,
Dancing with the Wheel of the Year
And staying sincere.