Dandelion's mist, of feathers I will blow
A Drop of honey will change it's colour,
Under the wings of Lady Magdalene's crow.

A movement in the Echo, your Ripple promises
Of Broken trails,
Where is my channel, Desert of dying river Sails.

Branches of Olives, you keep on growing.
Yesterday's song, clouds today's mourning.

Are you thinking twice?My Broken Heart's Window is open,
Letting in all the flies, tomorrow's heartache,
A deceiving Serpentine.

You draw curtains of Potent Demise,
Has your wise one left? All covered in lies?

You...