An Orion is to set path;
Listen to our elder calls!
A swarm of days is drawn to cast
along the time for running rough.
As I stay tuned and drift through falls
my dream is blazing off my mast.

A glimpse of you that tells to jump
as fast as lightnings of the june
to search your eye`s high meadows brown
that lures me with my kiss to dump.
As lay our story in a rune
of future past of us to drown.