As A Childe Poem by Dan Uriel

and down the soft voice
hoodwinked by the day slips
no haze that hovers in the air
a night like little butterflies
at night the inner sunburns
no mist pass my dreams
the day the moon with me rises
the coloured shadows and images
my childish heart frivolous
the souls seeking peace
among flowers in pieces
determined in every place
like a piece of dark silence
I watched the guard dead
when the bright jumped
in shadow that dew reached
now my soul feel the fever
the world`s wounds and burns
and want to rid of a heart wound
and silence all the crying sound
I imagine a bit of freedom
I thought about the silent hell
shining stars as silent cell
but must forget the notion
when I saw my happiness
rested among light flaming
I was enlightened daytime
derived by brights and hell
so the world can go to hell