I’m looking into deepest wells
They might be tunnels
I suppose
They echo thoughts
like wizard’s spells
I fear feelings
they expose
They might be sins
they might be errors
They might be deeply hidden love
They might be swords
or golden arrows
Which disappeared
leaving no trace above
I stay with all my mighty words
On rocks which look
like sandy hills
And sizzling mobs
like preying birds
Absorb my Soul,
my Love,
my Will.