wishing star of yesterday

inca flower, 

my new visionary prayer

charming dancer, the glare of her features 

in the lines of chaos

from a signaling dark, echoing 

through lullabies, 

caressing me as i close my eyes

a figure laid down 

in our legacy of thoughts, uncovering  

all vanity's cloths

trampling feelings for our lost siblings

raped and corrupted, sights for all what is worth

a blade in everyday's sorrow

a blow twisting slowly

only the taste of slaughter, turns me into tomorrow

a silhouette 

a rebel's minuet 

to which we dance 

burning bridges

into further places

all our desirable creatures,

holding the ribbons 

into hazy spaces

the thin foil still corrodes

      and the fourth wall 

     is no more 

lean outside, 

hark 

this reign of melancholy 

awaken suddenly

by this strange morning 

bird choir

 

wishing star of yesterday, 

would i follow you now?

 

-  into north east, they say

a rain dance to overcome 

a passionate road 

snared with storms

where they gather 

with grimly faces 

to beware

in all their garnished thrones

 

for today 

i'm nobody

i'll carry the shape

of your innocence 

with me

i'll drink you

to take you 

on my mind

i'll write you

to send you free

but i'll get lost

as the moon dust

shining

along 

the willow trees.