Wide, empty and mysterious atmosphere
Although you repel, cause others to flee,
The need to feel and swim underneath your forgotten sea
Seems to tempt my confused being
And attract it towards thee.
It has flown above me at various times
It has stared, looking right into my eyes.
Its hag tone galled my conscience
Its presence,
Slowly bonded with my essence.
It is the source of my inspiration,
The core out of which the beauty I create
Illustrates the decay out of which I became.
It deteriorates the more I paint it
The more it is contemplated,
“The Bird of Hermes is my name
eating my wings to make me tame”,
will it say.
Be gone, please fly away,
I won’t bare your satisfactory pain.
The fangs of this dark creature enough never will be.
The sound of its beak will never reach the zenith.
As I move forward with God on my shoulders,
I am sure that its claw will never be of danger.
Although you repel, cause others to flee,
The need to feel and swim underneath your forgotten sea
Seems to tempt my confused being
And attract it towards thee.
It has flown above me at various times
It has stared, looking right into my eyes.
Its hag tone galled my conscience
Its presence,
Slowly bonded with my essence.
It is the source of my inspiration,
The core out of which the beauty I create
Illustrates the decay out of which I became.
It deteriorates the more I paint it
The more it is contemplated,
“The Bird of Hermes is my name
eating my wings to make me tame”,
will it say.
Be gone, please fly away,
I won’t bare your satisfactory pain.
The fangs of this dark creature enough never will be.
The sound of its beak will never reach the zenith.
As I move forward with God on my shoulders,
I am sure that its claw will never be of danger.