Gone to spring

Chandeliers of freedom,
I thought my love was burned.
The wings of my conviction.
Dances of the heart which you cannot believe!
I wasted all these thoughts .
Billowing from the moon .
My fragile heart is so poor minded.
The dues of my amnesty ,
Is counterfeited with illusions .
The wizard who knows the heart,
Will blend in these roads .
And find the key to distraction ,
Is there something else more to say.
Or do i subdue all these questions,
In the madness if the night .
Sadeness is everything ,
When it is welcome.
And so are you ,
raven dawn!!!