Yellow flower bells, paths of grey rocks,
beaches of pebbles and rocks,
green reddish moss.
The sunsets, the sunrises that filled the air with luck.
We watched from the window
each moment alone was a sign of sunstruck .
Your lips soft, like gust off the rocks.
Your hair as if it was part of mist.
How I wish it was 1940 again.
Alone without worry.
Now we land so far away, soon we will be together again.
In a far off land alone
with yellow flower bells and rocks.