i think of words of longing

 think of words of longing

i think of farewells 

and her blurry image

still stares at me

through 

the windowpane

my senses 

deceiving me, 

my proud glare 

still receiving

her mildred enchantment

through 

this dismantlement 

of the self

  (in here, they ate the sun)

edges in my mind, where i perceive 

all pain

and i dive in the skies 

under falcon wings 

to find my control 

and finally

 overcome the bends

flew in intuition

 a strange intuition

moving spirits

 

 are now standing still, 

the devils prime 

surveyors

descending the street,

but that betrayer

sinful betrayer 

is always grinnin' 

at you

fantasies 

which  

are our weapons

everybody here 

   got one for themselves , 

our fistful memories 

we'll shall use them 

to overthrow the ones 

who lead

wooden horses, now alive

and rambling 

over desert landscapes