I smooched with my old my dreams. It was an explosion of light on my mountains, hope, and enchantment of love.
I became a loner. I hid my images inside a moving cloud.
I wandered with the streams of winter inside my dark forest.
I slept in a different time, and I feasted on my flesh, without dreams, without hopes, and without that sunrise.
I smooched with my old dreams, but you were not there.
For the first time, I saw an open door, an exit sign.
I heard your goodbye. Your soul slipped away towards the light.
The forest started decaying, and my blues were retreating.