My Garden is my cemetery
my bulbs give no light
I am spaceless
yet
it's always night

The moon catches the butterfly
and the birds sleep in twilight

I am always welcome
but only to die

I have no grave
nowhere to peacefully lie

My dream awakens
my vision so high

Do I bury my love?
Do I sleep in the like?

Horror and phobia
terror and the fight

But instead I burst in color
I become alive
I gather my flowers
and create a garland

I am my garden's light

I create a new flower
naked and alone
and hidden still
even from the eyes that are my own

Dear God
make me free
free indeed
let me breathe
I'm locked inside
and I can't see
I'm empty
I alieve myself
of this tragedy

Alive and well
made to breathe
I feel my heart
and it's longing
and I bleed..

my kaleidoscope
my eyes' reed

I have dead weight:
my loneliness
and something unknown

I'm so lost
even though I know the way

Bring me home
Make me myself again

Who am I...?
but my dreams

I'm a fool for her love
I'm crazy for it
and I ask for this dove
indeed I already have-
knowing also that this is what David should have done