Metamorphosis

Quantum creation flow,
into the rainbow of my heart,
is the last piece of soul
beyond the forest of gnarled scars.

Is this only a stream of consciousness?
Great James, where is the enigma?!
Day-by-day livin’ sleepless
looking for an angel’s stigma.

Role playing game at the sunset,
a dolphin’s singin’ the ocean’s dawn.
Through wood, hatred and violet
I’ve just found my body drowned.

White wings on a cherry tree
gave me blessing and resurrection.
“Please, tell me who are thee?”
“I am Cosmos light’s projection.”

Under the white-painted sea,
over green clouds of thoughts,
a man’s flying next to a golden bee
bringin’ freedom wherever he walks.