Seeking around

I just were seeking my shadow,
setting afire my soul,
in a no existing time, when
something strange fell from a meadow.


Do you know you scratch my doubts?
Do you know you know how much
the distance of my heart lets
to the rhythm takes the control?



Winged fairy who spots
all my brain's circunvolutions,
extract my lascivious being
from my poor imagination.