A song of cinnamon and blue

If you allow me: I’ll open the heavens with magic of old, I’ll give you clouds of silk, I’ll bring you a velvet moon, I’ll conceive sunny smiles, I’ll enable angel dreams, I’ll offer you a crystal from my inside, I might even create a lake of fire with my blood… so that you could only smell sweet cinnamon in your morning;)

After that: I may become a cursed blind man, I may go deaf for all times, I may become wretched old man, I may even accept to vanish into oblivion from this world of men… yet I’d be a tall man, knowing, that even for a single breath, you breathe for me;) 

In the restlessness of my impatience, with a smile, this blue eye devil shatters to think… this soul is meant to burn;)