Thunders

Till the break of dawn
and the night's rebirth
I found the life's span
for love to grow.
In these glassy fields
where sun's seeds are thrown
I left my hope's gifts
within the grass and the crown.
Awakened after and endless sleep
I felt the need to heal the dead
thought of patricide
so sick and deep
a son of the deeds
of a lost and dreamt salvation
I heard the cries
of the stars pulsing with light
in the red sky
crawled in the soft mud
of your kisses
daughters of chaos
and of obsolete after-life.