Gandalf

You will come
Through my gardens, the first butterflies are already flying over the roses
The coyotes watch at night among the weeds
The stars smile, pale and beautiful

And you will come
My vases are joyfully covered with honeysuckle
The long flower beds are filled with the blue laughter of forget-me-nots
And the vines are heavy

I have jungles in my heart
Thick trees, dark with branches
Weeds, broom, geranium flowers
Birds in the branches
All of that I have in my heart

And you will come
My hands made beehives
Going from rose to rose, I gathered honey, made linen
I don’t remember the bad times
My bed is white and it’s spring
The high cliff smells good, wet from the estuary
From the sea that I can see
Your sail will come

You’re gonna be here
Even though it hurts that you’re not around anymore
I hold you close in my arms
On an eternal journey

You’re gonna be here
Even though it hurts that you’re not around anymore
I hold you close in my arms

Your sail will come, it flies
Spring is a gazelle
Fugitive and stealthy
Fly, fly, fly