The Stars

One by one,
I've count them all.
Singing louder that I can hear,
blaming murder.

There are ghosts in the water.
I came back to the chain of the rivers,
Looking for crazy witches.
At night they were walking.

We don't want to wake them all.
Night turn to a rainy day.
In their tormented souls,
Living spells to be broken.

From love comes the burn,
From pain comes wisdom,
The sparkle of a day,
I see changes in time.

There's no light over the sane death.
Hope came from a hole in a pocket tree,
Between all sorrow,
The past flew away making it my way.

Joana.  26/09/2012