He soul is free now.
We have been up to his place in the mountains
To let his ashes fly with the wind
To let him fly free over the mountains and the eternal snow
Over the stream in the mountainside he loved so much
He has become one with the nature
wich he once sprung from
The circle is closed
His soul is free.
My love, play with the winds and the rain
glow in the sunlight
be the brightest of the stars
sleep in the long, beautiful, cold winters
until someday...
in the age of the fairytales and campfires
my soul will find yours
again.
S.
" He reminds me of november
in the steel blue in his eyes.
It's his soul I will remember
wise and ancient as the skies.
He's a travler, he's a gypsy
passing through and moving on.
And I knew when he was with me
he is no singer....he's the song
He belongs to the rain
He belongs to the wind
He belongs to the storm blowin' in
He belongs to the stars
He belongs to the sea
He belongs to the deepest of all mysteries."
S.A
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