with autumnally wandering leaves
in spring.
They fly with dry clouds,
With the sun bleeding on the fields,
The grass burns,
I feel, I search, I smile wickedly
Then and there.

When the sound catches the rainbow`s tail
For the vision of color,
Cells come off context
And displace the tear
Exactly in the colorless dew.

Freely captivated in a shadow’s cocoon
My wings shatter off
The darkness’s dust,
the all remains behind,
Shattered off my wings, beside the sound.
I have the light on my shoulders, on my arms
For morning.

Wings hurt me no more…
The sound nestles
Underneath them and I catch significance.