Songs of Tomorrow

I am not the sea

that dries at the outset

of a tear, tearing my fathoms

I am not the sun

to burn the rocks that melts my red veins

and spit fire at millionth ears

I am not the wind

to despise silence and break lose

all bones of ancestral desire

I am just a shadow

of my wishes

of my songs

And I climb the mountains

in destiny's wings

May light follow my feathers

And let them love each other

I need a room

full of white shades

and black edges

Let there be no windows

to breath despair

Just a chimney to fume

And I love to be a smoke

I leave aside

All my ashes of this day

that forgets yesterday's flowers

In tomorrow's heap