The sky was striped
with shapes of your smile
as I laid in grass and dreamt
about us

Suddenly I felt
a soft touch, a tender hug
as I kept the memory
under my hands

And all the bugs they crawled the leaves
curious to see what I meant
when I told
about home and your name

They could notice and understand
that the story doesn’t end here

Life writes itself and the rest
  is just another dream

Lukáš Sabol