Light spreads on our faces
white butterflies wander from tear to tear
I remain close to you
with the flute of my misty breast
Over my branches flows
celestial dust
With slepped lips you whisper
forgotten words from our childhood
your forehead becomes a green tree
your eyes call me and cry on my eyes
Stay with me
closed in my breathe
How we sleep
all the stars may fall
on the greenland of our eyelids.
If we unlock our fingers
other million of stars
there are burst on the sky...