For years I've cried
cried over the most feeble loss,
a final jerk from a dead rabbits caught
between sharp edge grin
of a grim cat´s teeth.

Or
when one of the fondest rose
rooted within my beating heart
break off, hurting the uttermost fragile part

damn me quiet
pretentious trust in faith.

Still
I haven´t cried for years.

It´s like I've colapsed within a dessert frame
running too ahead and far away,
leaving the mysterious pond
wherein my eyes
once were laid to shape.

Now
paralyzed and ridicolus numb
I gaze upon the tender flame,
where under I lie stretched to my furthest lenght.

Out of my sky valley blue
and wishfull eyes,
I dare not a single tear let loose.

Fear the flooding of mouth and nostril cave.
I silent drown underneith the ruby dawn,
where I become Atlantis
lost in value of all those rueful tears.

For years I stand there
knowledged and prepared,
slender fingering a secret
within my golden scale.

Upon my presious tressure pile
the fire dragon have come to rest.
Bold as a beast yet can be,
to endure eternity and challange
a stupendously well crafted
and ingenious test.