I can see you
dancing, a dragonfly in ecstasy
…but
the ballet of clouds
has just gone over the sea.

I can touch you
holding velvet of passion
…but
bleeding soul
needs compassion.

I can feel you
breathing like a windy storm
…but
someone stays scared
of you to be born.

You can hear me
saying : thy will be done!
…and
you laugh at your slaves
singing the song of swan…

autor: ginger
editor: Soňa