Collect the sunbeams, the birdsongs, the honey breeze~
They will bring to your dreams
A meadow of flowers opening to the sun,
All things humming, sweet, and warm
Where a story-teller keeps a place beside her
Just for you.
Only let the laughter
Slip through your fingers
And echo in the memory of this world.
How your song of joy will make an old man
Sitting far away by an open window
Close his eyes and smile.