It was 6 in the morning
Aurora delightedly said hello
Good morning sunshine
You're eyes are small but precious
I can see the soul of the world in your eyes
She blushed,
Her cheeks turned red as the sky
A smile appeared
Brighter than the dazzling sun
Luminous
Radiant
I love her
Mostly in the morning
Because after dreams she looks mysterious
And I want to unravel her secrets

The world can be a scary place.
A place of fear and anxiety.
Loneliness and the craving for freedom.
A place where lost souls collide.
The butterflies unite.
Spreading their wings, for the very first time.
Hurricanes embrace one another.
Leaving a trace of madness and absurd thoughts.
Feelings and emotions.
Mixed and messed up in a jar.
The jar of the soul of the world.
One that screams so loud.
Yet whispers, more quietly than the footsteps of a cat in the snow.
The soul of the world.
All written by one hand.
Thank you, the alchemist, for your lessons and ideas.
I won’t pray on my knees,
But I will accept.
Those who wander
Are not always lost
But to be lost,
Can be the most inspiring road.

She is magnificent
A little girl whispered
Sitting on the first row
Praying quietly
Surrounded by art
History
Time
He is magnificent
What?
Confused eyes stare
He is?
What are you on about
Why would god be a man?
He is not
Dont understand
Than why call God 'he' ?
Well, that's where it all starts doesn't it?
Who called God a 'he'?
A patriarchal society
Those who created him.
Those who believe he created them
I believe God is nature
Nature created us
But than again
What do I know?
It's all about perception isn't it?

Dripping
Down the wall
Dancing
Dark leaves in fall
Do it, he said
Drown him, she whispered
Dare to be different
Dare to be wicked
Delusions and elusions and red
Redness
Darkness
Dance with me

She received a gift of prophecy
Which she kept locked deep inside her soul
Begging for her honesty
Her mind soon lost control

Her breath turned to ashes
Her heart reshaped veins
Red blood sank into darkness
A naked body in flames

Lonely old clock
Speeded up time
When her breathing stopped
Her world turned sublime

A gift of prophecy
Entails experience
Life overwhelmed with quality
Shining in its brilliance

One cannot control time
For time is in control
Lost time is never found again
Not even in the deepest holes of our soul

When spring is in blossom
The birds sound enraptured
Fluting melodies that cloud the gardens
Land their bodies on hardened stones

My soul has captured
A rainbow of butterflies
They flutter through sunshine's shade over roses
And fade after sunset
when she sky portrays idiosyncratic art

Yellow gardens filled with fruitful life
Wrapped inside a magic box
Spring is what they call fairy land
Where they hide all the clocks

Do not wander away in the confusion of my thoughts.
You will get lost.
You will create delusional visualisations.
And.
You will never penetrate my soul.