When the sun is rising . . .

When the sun is rising
In your corner of the world,
And carrying my dreams
To your heart.
I will see you walk,
On my fallen tears.
When you will sleep silently
And be lulled
By the evening air, that
Treads tenderly on your lips,
My songs will sing in your ears,
And their softness, will
Silence your night away.
When you will be alone, and
You will cry out,
I will climb a blade of grass.
I will see your face,
In the morning dew.
I will become water, and be
Carried, on the backs
Of white clouds.
And when you are looking up,
I will drop with countless, others.
And touch your skin.