Nothing I get
But that deafening echo
Of my desperate calls.
No company I have
But my forlorn shadow
To swirl with
In an endless, hysteric dance.
Droplets of pearls
Fall of my eyes
At my feet
To turn into
Silver sands.
Imprisoned
In a moon-ray-bared cage,
Singing sad fairies songs.
And waiting for a friendly sun ray
To sneak into my cage
And rescue me.