Isobel's room has windows to the sea
And a color so dark as I’ve never seen
Her honey coloured eyes, only open in the moonlight
For when night falls... She prepares her..... Flight!!
In her beautiful garden there are only red flowers
To remind her of death and its... And its power
The dark waters are as salty as her tears
But she does not spill it over cos lost fear!!
Isobel´s room has a hole in the roof
So she can hear the wind laugh
And the sound of the wings, looking for spring
But her fingers are bare now!!! Without..... Rings!!
But isobel cannot stop
No more tears to drop
Without fatigue, without vertigo
Also without a path...or a road to go!!!!