Heaven~

Heaven~
Pale colors on the sky
singing with the clouds as the wind goes by.
And along the birds up above
You

Smooth air running through me,
I feel the warmth of your faraway chest.
I touch your smoothly sweet skin.
Even when a mountain is between us,
I can feel you,
I can touch you.
You can speak to me,
you can whisper to my ear.

Heaven must have a missing angel's feather
and it has fallen to my hands
in that first moment we crossed sights.

I realized then:
that fallen feather was the one I was missing
to start this beautiful flight,
this gorgeous flight with you in an endless sky,
full of crimson clouds and bathed with the warm sunlight.

You are a little piece of heaven the gods may have sent
to light my darkest nights,
to be my air when I can't breath,
to be my golden medal when I win battles,
to be my strength when I lose them...
...to be my whole eternal heaven to wander around.