The long night

In the dead of night
I catched a thought
who wandered silent
over the black hills
rocky is the road way back
harsh and inhuman
This immense river of dead
always repelled me
but now we caress
its soft fluid banks
a flame of life in the palms
and sing the praises of the Lord

Balloons

are all my dreams
high in the sky
floating on a stream
of colorful lullabies
suspended at balloons
lost long time ago
old yellow junes
sparkling on the mows

 

Dystopia

If we weren't so alone
how would we feel
the breath of the earth
If we didn't feel this pain
how would we understand
the others hearts
If we don't understand
the others reasons
how would we hope
in a better world
If we didn't hope for the future
how would we love
life really

Hope

Again the clouds thicken
in the nostrils an imminent rain
I don't want them to take me far away
tearing me from my safe nest
I'll wait for the icy water
to go upstream
The way to the stars
were nights of terror
before midnight
I will eat your heart
Of this motionless air from the bottom
tiring silence of the horizon
in the misty glow that confuses
intense thirst in search of its source