Wishes

I would count the grains of sand in a whole night
Travelling in a cloud with my eyes closed and feel the wind in my hands,
Start one by one the insane in my mind and eat a cotton candy.
I would create sliping rainbows and smile at the clever night.
Peaceful swallow, fanged night ... lovely

I would draw a forgotten memory,
Tattoo your sight at my dilated pupil through the candle light and touch the fire with my hands,
Stealthily penetrate the essence of your throat and sleep in the quiet whisper of your voice.
Altered stealthy night ... constant thoughts.

I Want to live on top of a mountain,
Waking up to music on my heaving chest and caress a purple scent impregnated in my hands.