loosing control

is a warrior

you can not see

in the ugly eyes

when it breaths

at night

.

but in the here light

fairytale is not a dream

where wishes

are living

in rooms

full of flowers

and the only sound

how does the wind dust take

when it comes

to an end

and all around

whisper

autumn

and the open fire

warm to the cold fingers

even the cat

is your friend