Tree drawn

She told me :
“Draw a tree”
I draw
A tree broken in the middle, death
That’s what I’m, a tree broken in the middle
But still
Alive

Souls

I had seen the sky falling
I had seen tears turning black-
Blood
I had seen the oceans disappear
Volcanos spitting ashes to the falling sky
I had seen Pompey returning to glory
I had seen Atlantis reborn
Labyrinths of passion
Crystals opening from inside-out
I had seen the souls of the entire world and they were
Burning in lust

Immaterial feelings

Trying to remember a dream, a feeling
Trying to catch it, to chain it and never let it go
But it resist, and, like a moving train, it goes … and goes … and goes … and disappear,
Till there is nothing left
Only the shadow of a feeling, remote, away
And reality hits
And this world where I was free
Is only the memory of a dream
But in this dream, I could feel
New sensations, feelings only existent in an immaterial world
My body disappears, and my mind expands
My soul fly free through the forests of Morpheus
I’m the wind whispering at the ears of the Oblivion’s trees
I’m the waves exploding in Void’s waters
The air are tiny, microscopic crystals
(alive)
The world shines, this world shines
And I’m surrounded by thousands, millions of new emotions …
… But reality hits
The alarm , riiing-riiing-riiing, to come back
I try to catch some glimpses of the immaterial world
As it falls through my fingers
Like white, pure sand