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...