Fickle Bird

You came in my dream

fickle bird;

in the darkness,

East.

I held out my hand to you

I can’t you told me

I want to fly

to another sky.

The years passed

you left too

darkness all around me

and soft rain.

You don’t value

my love

eagerly you fly 

to the high balconies.

You thrust a knife

into my heart

but my love

always seeks you.

Look into my eyes

kiss me sweet

and let your heart

sing to me.

They called you East

and angels nurtured you.