White lights dancing on
a black wax floor,
sunflowers crying in
the darkest room.
Voices shouting behind closed
doors,
hummingbirds flying
against a big wall of blue.
Sailboats lying where
there’s no trace of wind,
reindeers looking for
snow in the sand.
Ice cubes drowning in
the empty glass,
music coming from my
stringless guitar.
Here I am in jail
the same one you’d
built with my tied hands.
Sleeping in the Devil’s
berth
remembering the mute
sound of a crystal bell.
Here I am in jail
the same one I found
with my blind eyes.
Standing in front of
the truth
I’ve finally understood
there are no stars tonight.
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