Monday, April 08, 2013

Fire rituals

In the night
When tears turn into mountains
Waterfalls, I jump
A sky’s reflection

The blue of my eyes
The sound of your voice
For the good and the bad
That might come along

Elephants without ears
Rabbits without eyes
You said they do no harm

My dreams are
Fire rituals
Older than the sun

You walk away
Bleeding feet without traces
I know where they have gone

When I close my eyes
I see nothing
Can ever be undone