TRANSFORMATION

I loved the midnight picture
on the wonderful ghostly hill.
If I'll go far from here,
my heart will raise it up.

I loved the glittering abysses
of the morning snow and smoke.
Forever if I'll disappear,
their flesh will reborn me.

I used to love the solar nets
of this adorable game.
I hope someone will notice me,
if I'll spark on that hill.

I'll stare with the eyes of bird
in the astonished vault of sky
and I'll fly slightly into the dusk
into my next life.