At dawn

At dawn

with the flames dancing near our bed

your naked body is a poetry

an offering to Mother Nature

that fill our soul

and with your hair scattered in my pillow

I whisper to your ear

incomplete verses.

Mother Nature

The moon and the nightspirit

wrapped in fog

rays of silver lighting the earth


In the distant blackness

planets are dancing

with undying Gods


Souls are dying

Souls are born


Eternal circle

Ancient Enigma


Mother Nature watching

over her daughters and sons.