The Dance of colors

In the beginning there was just two sparks between our lost minds,
Day by day, hour by hour, everything was as wind in summer times,
The birds were away three years, but the sky was near,
Long forest roads led me to the pleasure of unknown,
Unknown places carry endless traces,
I have never been in that happy meadow before
And I have never wanted more,
More love for wild child,

It has got dark without any lighten mark,
The sun was same in relative way,
But the sun hasn’t close,
It was in the clouds but shone warmness,
I have looked behind the rays
And I’ve seen beautiful eyes
And I’ve seen wonderful skies
But still dark, without lighten mark
I’ve touched strange lips,
Yet I haven’t seen brightness,
But I’ve seen
The dance of colors born out of darkness.