You closed my eyes
and then I heard
liquid notes
falling on a desert without sand,
spearing this thickening veil
in a whirlpool of dances;

the scurry gave birth to water
to feed the thirst of life,
this empty ground has always had.

I opened my dusty eyes
and I felt the grass
kissing with my pale blood,
exhaling love over my rotten tree.

A stream of clouds
then washed away my scars
and now I blossom all around you
as a garden with no hedges.