Waterfalls

Chasing waterfalls
down dream land
where love is romantic,
where the pain is numb
and Paris is a landscape.

Behind the eyes of almost a stranger
I recognized a smile that keeps me on surface.

I might be chasing in vain
but as long as I don't fall-
I can fly.

It's not as surreal as it seems-
we don't look at the ground when we walk-
we look at the sky.
Eyes know what to search for,
they know what matters,
what moves us forward.

Those images of candles,
chocolat,
river Seine,
and the smile I've kept the memory of-
those images-
they're coming near.

There is a power
and behind the power-
a soft and gentle touch of a dream.
A dream that unlocks other dreams-
now I have a new key
to follow,
discover.

How little we need sometimes,
as little as a new smile
to open a new life.