I 
I run between dreams. 
There are echoes around that surround me with unfolding wings.  
Waving like a sea.  
Like a dark deep blue ocean melting in the streams of my hands.  
Sometimes, it feels hard to grow.  
Untied I lay in the air.  
There’s no ground.  
There is only fear of love, love for fear.  
The scream of uncertainty. 
And a whisper of solitude.  

II 
A black crow comes again to whisper the secrets of death.  
Now there they are, kept away from the sun.  
When the world watches. 
It is me, it is you. 
And then some just wait in their beds, with all kind of pains.
Praying for joy and the right to feel free. 
But they can’t. 
And we listen to them, to the masked entities that never stop murmuring.  
Silent shades of a maze, running days taking people away.
I see this little bleeding boy.  
He won’t cry, for he remembers 
that space merges with time.  
A red river, where does it go? 
Will it become a torrent of love? 
Alive watercourse of beating feral roars. 
There are no songs, there is no music; only noise in my head. 

III 
And I,  
I taste death through your arsenic kisses  
and I swallow it into my nourishing sex, then my breathe releases.  
When I think about you, words turn into voice and the voice turns into void.  
I’m afraid.  
Your eyes, are just mirrors of vanishing cascades of hours and days  
that we’ll spend on our own rhythm.  
All visions, as one we shall rise up to join the rain. 
We follow the tide of old times.  
Of old lovers, uncovered.  
There are always new walls in the world and a war in my mind. 
But it all beats back to the start of the stars;  
and all the fucked stuff transmutes into scars.  
It is a numen which holds us untethered, we’re feathers, of the fire bird burning
hovering high above where there’s love.  
Where there’s the memory of us, together.  
Is there hope? 
 

IV 
Now that you leave me, I wonder, I wander, I get lost.  
How shall children ignite their own fire and fight to survive? 
No one can take these fleeting spasms of life no longer.  
Unknown vortex, where I fall over and over again.  
I get high and then fade like the leaves of the trees,  
always standing, everlasting.  
I embrace a new day.  
Is it real or just a nightmare again?  
A screen full of lies.  
 

V 
But some butterflies wake up to get out of a box I just happen to hold in my hands,  
for no certain reason.  
All alone in the night I realize there’s just one home to come back to. 
 

VI 
I’ve nothing left,  
but to open my legs to the sigh of your mouth,  
and you lick.  
And I close my eyes.  
I listen to the howl of a wolf inside.  
I go numb in the petals of an endless rose.  
Of a timeless road of emotions.  
I drown.  
Still I don’t know how to swim in the womb of this endless jungle.  
I loose myself once and again.  
I get drunk with the taste of your skin over mine.  
With your name in my lips, and a drop of a sacred plant in my tongue.  
Yes, I get drunk as I see how you leave once more 
while I wait for my own path to open,  
wherever it leads. 

VII 
The veins of the Earth open to bleed, to see, to speak.  
She is a goddess, a dimension herself. 
Nothing in between but the liquid seeds of my dreams.  
I hide from the Sun and the Moon, I run through the woods, 
passing by,  
until you hold me within the realms of your own mystic nights.  
The waves keep pushing us away.  
Black echoes of senseless truths. 
The resonating trances  
poured into the crimson vessels of our coagulated souls.  
Are we nothing more?