insomnia lantern in wild darkness
A soul only knows how to sing
Lullaby
Gathered pearls of love's chain and worn the pages of illusion
It is universal truth most soft bed   lap of mom and shoulder of father

It is secret
In gloomy light .
I buried a grazer in pasture
I swept leaves for burning his grave
But I had captured by somnambulism
Firstly I entered in way of confession
There is a seed of god
It heard this bitter secret
After forty silent days  a seed rose its head with arrogance
It revealed it