Poem by Celestine
Trees for water-seeking souls,
Time pieces sold my future, randomly.
Let's kill him!
They cried in chorus
Ravening the virgin moon.
Angel fliers Sunday
Came to him in the rafter of his mind.
His heart went crazy out of the trees,
Holding my storm beats.
Trees for the hearts still beating,
Despite the hire time of illusion.
My broke eye saw the real world,
Incense and wine flourished
When I touched your lips,
Covered with birch.
I saw my flight to you,
When I stopped your smile,
Stopped the world from dreaming.
Then the fruits of a diseased spring
Had caught into your hair,
And I blew myself away.
I lied when covering with green
That today's the day of foaling a mare,
Baking popular blue bones
Of some called Universe.
The woman's seat on a chair
Why crane forward to see
My flight to you?
Why God's nest into this world?
Growing delirious love inside your lungs.
Why cry for a moment,
Then forget for eternity?
Break the walls around your ears,
Break my dream about birds.
A mystical flight inside your head
Killed the idea of me.
I was once the hand into your hand,
The dance guided by those wings.
Dangerous touch of light
Covered my spinny,
Into your arms.
Today is the sorcerers' day
I shall see again!
Knowing how to die inside this world
I guarded your shoulder,
When you washed my heart.
Washing those blue bones out of rage,
When the sky above hated my little world,
For such love.
Tired flight of two legs,
Broken wings for two arms,
Lost dreams for one heart.
I need more time...