Ashamed I rise from the unholy ground
To fly beyond the frontiers of sound
I slowly sink into infinity
So I can rise again as poetry
They fly so high that they touch the sky
They are the ones who walk the Sun...
They make the clouds bring the rain
And let the Moon rise again
My demons fly...
They hang there, on the vault of my soul
As mellow fruits on branches of a tree
I pick them up as words of blasphemy
My demons turn them into poetry