Born in dark

Your perfumed phrases          
pitless dream did i sail    
   how infant i'm             
   tranquil covering shores          
i'm better composed than rest          
gentle do i reside in stuffed ashes         
    of your vanity         
    longing a roof golden by sun          
and silver by moon,          
is it too bothering          
    the stillness          
    like a white fog on lake            
sweet syrup in your love          
Is my madness enough red ?         
   steam me by your invisible sin,  
    here is the extinct land weightless          
depth of your silence          
is pulp of my words    
    you just have two eyes    
    wild and a little blind.