Thoughts,
butterflies of the mind,
endless cascading waterfalls,
moths flying into the light to die,
like the shadows on my soul
feeding of my heart’s every beat,
illusions create the feelings
which open the doors within
exciting my senses with unknown keys,
like the strings of a violin,
forever out of control…
forever free…
high the eagle flies,
deep the stone falls…
they take me up to heaven’s bliss,
send me into the devil’s claws,
while emptiness is all I seek,
the nothing alone holds true peace,
from the storms of the me…



Sybille(Sydney) Krivenko 2007