abedul.

Under the fragile shadow of my neverending smoke
I cling to your strings of soothing light.
There's no bottomless pit in the reign of your unheard choirs.
Racing through the night
I find the sweetness of a labyrinth of moonlike sheets.
This sticking taste in my mouth is the strenght of a new day,
Dancing along with us, defeating my weakness,
Revealing the ink, so intense and deep,
Of the paths around your wide open eyes.
There's no need to follow you,
We'll meet at dawn, again,
Crossing the vermilion doors of silvery innocence.
Let's never stop being naive,
Let's climb these walls and walk barefoot on the purple grass.
I'll grow unseen flowers of words and wonders.
You'll pour the sands of your music over our garden,
And the sun will meet us again, as we reborn like ancient fish
In the ocean that nourishes a silky kiss, never forgotten.

Nox.