BRIGHT TRAVEL by Trapatsoum

 Our souls fly toghether in the sky
 Like two wild birds
 Who return to their original world
 In the way of the god light.
  
 They hear a magic melody
 When they give our smiles
 Like humble presents
 To the top of the white mountain.
  
 Here they see the peace tree
 With its stars foliage
 And its sylver eternity
 Which is shining in the night.
  
 They check the flow of
 This natural light gusher
 To wash their shadows
 Of their human nature.
  
 They give to each other
 A piece of their inside sun
 Before they separate
 To fall into their bodies.
  
 They open their amazing eyes
 And thank their dream,
 Still in the clouds softness
 Of their memories.