I’m looking into deepest wells. They might be tunnels,I suppose
They echo thoughts like wizard’s spells I fear feelings they expose
They might be sins, they might be errors, they might be deeply hidden love...
They might be swords or golden arrows which disappear leaving no trace above.
I stay with all my mighty words on rocks which are in fact just sandy hills...
And sizzling mobs like birds of prey absorb my Soul, my Love, my Will...