The prismatic colors in the light
The winter garden
This prismatic colored light,
breaks in the glass of the conservatory.
I was here with you once
in a dream,
of the past summer.
Prisoner of my own thoughts,
the inner images
cannot escape.
In the kingdom of thoughts,
a pond of fatasie,
that permeate me.
The ravens in the sunlight,
breaks into colors of the prism,
I gave myself completely to the warm light
of summer,
wrapped in light,
this black feather dress.
