We take certain things for granted these days …
… when was the last time someone held you and you knew they were holding you, too? When you touched someone and your heart skipped a beat, and you were filled with a rush of ecstasy upon the sight of the one you love.
That love where the world stops and everything is alright
… everything is motionless and timeless
… that instance of love where all things are perfect
… where all things are gone, and there is only you and the one you love. The one your heart calls to…
So we sing …
When in darkness, we roam, may the shadows fall. I closed my eyes to think of the moment, then the stars sparkled in your eyes. In moments like these, the world just fades away. When the one my heart calls to comes to me
And in our words of moon shapes and star drops we sung, we sung the words of the calling heart
… the one that searched
… the one that yearned for love
Jâdó ônô kéer monôhóh
Gelídô héçé mônum herdô
Brímôdô héçum
Mônú çelíô nehéó jedô
Kébré ómum çénódunã
We forgot the words. We forgot their meaning that the Dreamer had taught us. But with the passing of time, the Dreamers words would return to us as time healed our hearts
… the Dreamer was gone in shape and form, but he was within each and every one of us. And each year of his passing, we lit a star candle of white light and dreaming colours, a star candle in honour of the Dreamer
… the one whom had travelled to us
… the one who had saved us from darkness
… the one that gave us live
… the one we called Çédô
