Endless Clouds

All I desire grows in my mind
The tangerine flowers without roots
The prismatic clouds released from their weight
Submitted to the sun’s eternity

My wings are held together by the air
And the sea who is my mirror
Reflects my entangled images
Of twisted arrows and bright skies

The shadow, disguised as the sky
Will recognise the sea that will flood
In solitary rooms of boldness
To question the fortune teller’s truth

I keep falling on endless clouds
Getting caught by a stream of deviant shapes
But all I desire grows in my mind
And has arrived out of the distance