At All Hours

Among a thousand words,

let a few be lost to time.

With new sails upon a newer tide,

come, let us drift

where nests of light reside.

Let the old days fade away,

let us take a step today.

Every knot we've left undone,

let our sorrows drift along.

Let laughter scatter, bright and free,

let time pass gently, endlessly.

Let every wish take wing and fly,

let their colours fill the sky.

But if you leave me at a time like this,

why did you come, why weave this bliss?

If the clouds must drift away,

tell me, how do I forget you, say?

Why, night after night,

have I searched the open sky?

Why have I reached my hands so far,

as if I could hold a star?

Why has someone taken the fairies' place?

Why do their waves still stir my heart?

Why does evening fall at noon,

as though the sun forgot to shine?

Will someone tell me why?

And if this is the final line,

you will remain,

through every hour,

at all times,

in every silence,

in every rhyme.

Bela-obela,

you will remain.