inside the soul of the mountain
deep, were the trees have built castles of energy
the roots of another sun
black water residues
entrapped in amulets, with the screams of today’s Titanic
the ice never forgets to melt
flowers driven mad by solitude,
wolfs of the veldt
alone, between the bees that permanently forge
yellow is the color of the new millennium
comets over the water bed
blue touches blue
and the silence is music
come to me my darling
and whisper a kiss