wishing star of yesterday

inca flower, 

new visionary prayer

charming dancer,

we'll be lost 

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

in love with our legacy thoughts, 

uncovering, all the vanity's cloths

trampling feelings - for all the lost siblings

raped and corrupted, sights 

from all what is worth

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 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 

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.