Voilet souls
whisper in silence
to the sleeping sun
Lust in a daydream
Their tales steam
in these looong,
turquoise horizones
The rimes of the slumbering cottonclouds
Soft...as sugar-whools
Soft...as sugar-wolves
Sheep sleep amongst these wondrous clouds
To lovely long in their desireless dreams...
Summer-sleeping in the sun.
As silent time touches golden skies,
still kissing your embraceable mine
Paws
Like leaves like to leave
you listen alive as they dive
Before the autumn takes over
in crecendo of crows
In sweetened symphony for the sun
Magical melodies in the Morning-machine
There - you put paws on harmonic lawns,
my wounded, wondrous tiger!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Than came silence.
Quiet once again in all veins
Re-adressed, engaged to the veils
of the promising mist.
Letīs go beneath poetic avenues
Letīs walk at Nocturnes Road
