Looking For Gold | Purple Feather

And I wonder

About the deep river

Lying behind your eyes.

for the game of love,

needs no thirsty soul.

so when you called out my name

loudly in all the forests,

and wrote my name on the sand,

I kneeled and caressed your bliss.

for the born child between my arms,

had no voice and suddenly screamed.

in my left palm I carry dust

and in my right hand I reach for gold.

below your river

there lays an emerald shore,

and the image of my face,

on the waves is different;

Wider eyes with a glimpse of faith… I once forgot,

Cheerful lips dying to taste your water.

So here I am,

Dressed in green,

Facing the coming dusk,

With two wings,

And a candle.