My soul

Sit doves on the roof,
Shimmering singing nightingale,
Feathered live orchestra,
Idyll simple - happiness...

The cold wind freezes the soul
And warm words unsaid
Do not say burn it - I must -
I once, ever, met...

And fancy borders will collapse...
Off the horizon haze,
And see simpler laws -
We have to be together, -
My soul this wants...