Dreams maker

Poet archangel,
prince of the stars,
turn me in poetry,
give wings to my heart.
It doesn’t matter
how high or how far,
I just need feel the dark
to eclypse the sun.

- Just close your eyes
and dream
that you’re flying
on the wind.
Just close your eyes
and feel,
the darkness
makes real your dreams -

Dreamer elderly
the infinite you made
wearing on fantasy
each shadow, each detail.
Could you take me
Where I’m not a slave?
Where I can kiss the love
That never came?