wishing star of yesterday

inca flower, 

new visionary prayer

charming dancer,

we'll be lost 

somewhere, in the glare of her features 

we'll be lost 

somewhere, in the lines of her chaos

dirty faced ecstasy, 

mirrored ilusion

a signaling dark, forming, 

to cope 

with the hidden allusion

echoing her lullabies, 

caressing me 

as i close my eyes

a figure 

laid down on this earth

she is in love with our legacy thoughts, 

uncovering, all vanity's cloths

trampling feelings - for all their lost siblings

raped and corrupted, 

sights of an unknow path

from all deported wine & ecstasy

a blade 

in everyday's sorrow

a blow 

twisting slowly

only the taste of slaughter, 

turns me again into tomorrow

a silhouette 

a rebel's minuet 

to which we dance 

burning all the bridges

into further places

our desirable creatures,

hold the ribbons 

into hazy spaces

- the thin foil still corrodes within

      (and the fourth wall is no more) 

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 behold us

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.