the pond stays still

dusk emerges in cyan shades
slowly from the depths of the soil
stones accost the inner you
hue of blue inspires
one of stone
from the cold soil
from the soul of cone
from the flowers of mushroom

the waters heave
a tone in wind´s breeze
the night enhances
dance for the last time
when they call you
no words to bid a farewell
winds are calling
to the death ahead
grant me wings
up to the stars i will soar
to the sparkling
dance of the nightsky

one from haze
from the dusk of twilight
from the sign of gale
from the spirits of ether
a bed of moss
to lie down and die
surrounded with beard lichen
the pond stays still