light of blue fire
i see the ethereal face
in this paradise of darkness.
across the eternal night
i feel the black winds
beyond of these vaults of ice.
and so the moon still being
there is a life, a sad feeling.
the moon still there
still making the loneliness shadow.
the moon doesn’t see me
there is a chasm between our eyes.
my silence is a crucified lament,
only waits the rain of your eyes,
the cry of the moon!
poetry is the true way,
i spread the blackened words,
was the language of the forest.