A tiny ash in my glass of fresh milk as I was listening to her songs again makes me think of the one I should have forgotten but never forgiven. And if the stars keep on shining in the night sky, then I might go back over there with no fear of the future. And if you keep on smiling for no reason, I could knit you this jumper of woolen tears. But don't even try to come back, all the landscapes of our lives have left us without anything to dream of. She keeps on singing in the rain and her voice is like a hurricane destroying all the happiness inside my soul after a hard working day among my own private jokes.
My pen has sunk into the fresh milk I stopped drinking and started to read the dark ages book again. Men have come back in my eyes, landing on my hair. Shall I ever forget you?
You cannot but see them in the darkness
of your deepest dreams.
The last but ones
they never die.
This one is an old queen escaped from the dark ages. This other one's a young Luke Skywalker, fire-flier who has never known his unforgivable name.
Another one approaches. He's like a mirror facing the sky. An illusion from the future of mankind.
New genesis of the Fireflies in the dark skies.
3. Crimson Star
Who could you be when no more light shines in your eyes? Your soul could become a space bit, but too proud to be doomed you carry on your life sat down in between a funny death thought and the orange peels from the last break you took.
Mrs Freeze has come back from Iceland. Will she sing again for you?
And if something breaks up in your soul, you are to be a stirrer of the past, something that might never exist again. Some sort of old humanoid, crimson star lost in the skies.