The Fall of Innocence

As I left madness in the desert With empty guns and unresolved dilemmas A sorrow but protective shield Made sand dunes crossing me to safety. Towards the autumn without you I'm heading 'lone and taciturn Mirage of icicle enclosed me The carcass of my past revives My tears can't shed, canteen is hollow A joker's wild behind the wheel The crossroad vanishes in sandstorms As I am spit out to be skinned * I hear my giggles in green vineyards As trees remember rusty games The wind plays gutters in the night Cranes fill horizon with their wave. I need next rainstorm like the air So it can flood my hopes for rivers As bucks strike hunger in the wolves I need to feel alive for winter... * Did I leave madness in the desert Towards an autumn without you? Or I just dreamed of freedom loosely - A grain of gold on cacti' spines...