a bird

a bird

a bird

fresh paint on its wings

whistled to me

in the forest of magic

i heard laughter

i followed

lost my way

no hand to hold

my fear

waited in shadows,

my desire

jumped out of emerald lakes,

crocodiles

i met

myself in a corner

smiling at me

i met an old man

who told me:

it's all in the mind

then

i forgot.

now

i am awake

in a void

to be reborn

and i shall do it myself,

walk and smile at birds