Sometimes the Sun

When the reality sunk into a dream
your name was written in the steam
and around were unknown crowds
smell of your body is smell of the clouds.

Someone cleaned the worms and clams
while I draw in the sand - diagrams
blessed in eternity
blessed in sanity

you're not that kind of love
crying on the tree
you smile before
I count to three

flying above the candle
like a guard of the flame
like a sun that comes the same
in eyes of chosen ones

you don't eat shadows...

I loved you first

They say"be careful what you wish for"

What have I whispered to the trees?
If not the sound of your name,
into the life of leaves, nest of bees,
back then I was the one to blame..

Thus I have regained dignity, grace,
your cycle ended in the woodland green,
old me you raised, with broken face
no longer exposed is to be seen.

Your old sins, knives, and scalp
-all is forgiven in this new land,
my mask was burned,
buried in the ground.

Black

Sometimes the time is timeless
and doesn't count the nights
sometimes beloved is loveless
and doesn't look for rights

sometimes the eye that's closed,
is concerned of everything exposed
sometimes bleeding is your neck,
the blood isn't red, but black..