These golden reeds

when 

the light

catches

te wind

and the wind

whispers

in the reeds

than the waves

of sorrow

sometimes

become

golden hymnes

of light

and hope

and memories

long gone

will shine

and turn

slowly

into bright

smiles

and these 

golden reeds

will make you

longing

 

longing

for the morning

longing

for the light

of the new day

more 

than the rest

more 

than the dream

and far 

more

than the sleep

of loneliness