They had faces open to whoever passed.
They had legends and myths
And chill in the heart.
They had gardens where the moon strolled
Hand in hand with the water,
They had an angel of stone for a brother.
They had like everyone
The miracle of everyday
Dripping from the roofs;
And golden eyes
Glowing with
A wildness of dreams.
They were hungry and thirsty like animals,
And there was silence
Around their steps
But every gesture they made,
a bird was born free from their fingers
And, dazzled vanished into space.
