One Fine Day

One day maybe the world
will unfold again
before my eyes, like heaven's gate.

And leaves maybe
will slowly grow again,
Although a little late.

The birds maybe
will grow again their wings, a
nd fly towards a future date.

And I maybe
will die again
as I rendezvous with fate.

One night maybe
the lights will glow
and wipe away the shadow cast.

In all silence as water flows
my ship will build
again a mast.

And I will voyage through
in a steady row,
across the sky of grey,

But would it matter?
Maybe no,
because I'm lost anyway.