White trees

Opening of blossoms in silent light
Beneath atonement of iron fire
I entrance into whitewoods of whispering
Lonely in my own eternity of nature


Raining drops of red birch trees
Covering mine face in sounds of dusts
I am finding mine own way throught
In touching of death preservations


Winter hypnotic dimensions of frosts
Lonely bears are hungry in insomnia
Shattering ashes of endless flames
Falling of moving shadows into face



Morphine mushrooms are at my mouth
Preludium in contrast of misty hills
Colours are dancing in my---exhale---
I am still touching of winter bones


Storms are coming in silent light
My hands are protecting wounded tree
Symbolic decline in nature
I am vanishing among the silent trees