as I look into the forest eyes
whispers of leaves swollen with darkness
remind me of a momentary suspense
right after a midnight storm
when restless souls deep inside thunders
ignite primal fear
and shadows
faceless invaders crying to land
ride for an early fall
into the abyss behind last horizon
into that sacred silence
where all of us are going to be
holding hands with sky gods
let it go
failure to die
will result in no resurrection
as a dragon butterfly