‘Ar Ben Yr Bead’*

                 1.

by pure coincidence we met

on top of the world, 

where we had our first real chat,

around us nothing but sad, 

on top of the world,

where we laughed,

talked, shouted, yelled for hours,

till out of breath, shouts of joy,

so empty, frozen too,

within our pockets nothing but breath,

and things,…

i can see nothing, hear nothing,

do nothing,

- am  here, no more…

try to remember who we were,

feel the need to jump of this rock

into empty frozen space,

unknown winds, take me with you.

*(welsh: on top of the world)