Unconscious Trembles Poem by Henrik Somogyi

Mad reality cracks the cheap dream,
Your face is diving into white mud,
Butterfly rustles on whithered shoulder,
My sigh is painless as a cold flood.

Mean mood is watered by the nice plenty,
Shut up the root who exhales the deep,
Beating the shiver, wild with the low blood,
Waterfall inside struggles to keep.

Pressing the air rankles the song,
Edges of wing lit by the rain,
Pain is the nothing beyond the all,
Does her nice eye twinkles again?

Ripples of light land on the smooth,
Slow ash of fire sits on your face,
Nice words are rolling heavily about,
Lacking you gives me a bitter grace.