I tried to reveal the carvings in the mute earth coughing up the oxygen again and again.

He is the river of light who i love and who i cling to while your wounds ripple.

I remember building a energy shield in your room tall as a pilgrim tree near the first little angle.

I want to drop my arms and take ur arm as we walk by the shore

**Little dove,** soft in your in your newborn skin, only one little hawk please return to me I believe we can renew and you can be my brother once again and sleep with our backs agains each other and i will sing to you again in the belly of the empty night