When i go alone 

into the silent night,

my eyes are starting inside my tumbling heart.

Thirsty sentiment blows out

of my chest,

closed eyelids cling round the lake ,

from where the secrets wind rushes

over the bridge.

I did not walk,

nor swim near you.

I did not run behind

the wonder doors,

nor did i fly above the foam of the rain

and clouds.

I stood between the walls,

and the song that made my mind drunk…

I’m hoping you go on ,

while shadows deepening desire,

and leading you to find your truth

and to return you home .

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