The prismatic colors in the light
The winter garden
this prism color light
breaks in the glass of the winter garden.
I was once here with you
in the dream
of the past summer.
Prisoner of my own thoughts,
the inner images
not being able to escape.
In the kingdom of thoughts,
a pond of fatasy,
which penetrate me.
The ravens in the sunlight,
broken into colors of the prism,
I gave myself to the warm light
of summer,
wrapped in the light,
this black plumage.