At the Brook

It was like the mountains had shifted

The paths had crossed

Trees had become stones

The forest filled with rocks

No stars are burning

The heaven pouring of rain

The skies came against me

North had turned south

I had lost my way

The further I walked

The longer I had gone

The birds flew against me

In this circle

I continued to walk

The wind was howling

The earth felt like clay

The shadows were everywhere

Night never turned into day

In the haze

A mild voice suddenly whispered

A luring trickling sound so near

With the blink of an eye the fog faded

A paradise in front of me appeared

At the brook I trembled and kneeled

It waved me to join it

Into the silent streams

I closed my eyes

And fulfilled my dream

The moutains echoed my screams