grey sky breaks away now
above the clouds now soaring
this, the flight (to you)

skies are always clear
if you stay above the clouds
they call it falling

sun distracts my eyes
from the sweetness of your smile
close my eyes now, dream

crayon clouds above
in a grey blue crayon sky
downpour in my dream

champagne effluence
time now races mas alla*
too soon tomorrow

look at the sky now
it is the color of love
inky blue turns night

distance now between
the dryness of desert air
never to forget

with eyes closed, see me
in memories, we are free
together in thought


*(mas alla, pronounced “maz ah-ya”, is a Portuguese expression that loosely means “further away”)