The one who wanted to escape

Those cold eyes of yours,

all depth but no feeling,

with vast indifference

our dreams swept aside,

the foolish lusts of ungrown men

- for yours were different dreams,

of vast wings opening

to carry you out of this

pale, gray existence

to the sunshine above the clouds.

And we, we were the mole-men

trying to take you

down among the roots,

the damp scents of the soil

where we dug ever deeper from the Sun.

07.08.2015