the old night
the fresh air of an old night
many shadows scares the life,
a meadow saffron could be the end of it all.
the silence this night
brushes through my hair.
the water flowing out of my sight
looking for its dear.
the youth is just a dream,
a place of us to pass.
the reality arrives as a scream,
a time friends mass.
your life,
my life.
is it just a dream of contact
our friends,
the humanistic fall.
we should learn it all,
the truth that gall:
nature always call.
will show the way;
like a thunder
of words
with lightning
stolen.
a dream of contact,
a dream of life,
a dream of hope
blows through this night...
19.02.1998
