I need the mood to go become myself
in the wilderness.
I need flowers, red flowers, rings
and the other unseen things;
Freedom of despair
the hugging of the tree and the kiss
of the untamed bear.

I need alive ancestors,
soul-whores
wooden statues and extra dimensional doors.

I need friends, and
a trillion million possible ends.
I know no one knows and no one
understands...

I need a hundred legs and fifty hands.
I need games and names
and a large variety of shapes.

I need thunders, dawns and rains
archeological sites with mystery bones and
pointless pains.

I need a full moon, a half nightmare,
Here, never and soon, and
a completly new love affair,

I need brilliant skies
and believable lies, loaded dice...
Whispers by the back of my ear
I need everybody far away
and everyone near.

I need everything and nothing
only the sting of Aphrodite
onto the back of my scream.