Saturday, 19 May 2012


Breathe in the stars glistening,
Whisper in the ear of prostate shell,
Hark the desert´s heat blistering,
Bow a kiss in the moonlit well,
Tell your dreams to the silent snail,
Lean your head upon the lion´s soft paw,
Send your silken prayer to the dawn so pale,
And know your place within ancient lore,
Your secrets safe upon tongues of midnight owls,
Melting on the whisperings of frosty trees,
Drifting on the voices of winter wolves’ howls,
Where words disappear on ethereal breeze.

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