The Stone Flower
It’s Time
Dream Stars
A stone flower of winter
my heart
its roots imprisoned, heavy
are immersed in the soil, without colour.
The rings of time
in a fiery rain, wrapped
red mud, crumble.
A piece of sweet sounds
in the celestial light transforms me
golden skyline with veins of light
dawns
Serene stars wake me up
tender souls … look like
with red blood my roots
they water the dreams
the stem is decorated with new flowers
that their petals in the passage
of the New Wind are painted
with a thousand colours.
My home I built with
blue stars stars
which fell on the earth
and the sea still
in a child’s hand
prisoner stays
on a horizon
white touch her
Love in heart is sculpting
The streets became clouds
thirsty for rain and
the
honeybee who asks for the fruit
to the flowers
It is time to share new light
to uproot anger
with kisses and sweet tears
to share moments
the hours they hunt grow
the bonds of time
It is time for pay
the mind is poured on
speechless century as mature
lust as a heart
kiss.
I forgot with the morning breeze
in a dream window
in one decorated with sapphires
and emerald flowers sky
Somewhere far in the river
people like birds
hid in the shadows, alone
The first rays engulfed with fire
Our names in
trunks of large trees
at the first of farewell time
Dream stars dimmed by light
in the depths of infinity
they are lost sweet
soul roses golden.