With the Eyes of Heaven

My head is still resting on the bleeding stag's horns

as I continue to sleep

my eyes and hands go up

I see the light with the eyes of heaven

If fate doesn't dance for me

I dress in the aura of destiny

and sing and dance while I dream of the caress of the stars

whether it be days strangled by darkness

or nights energized by light

the world was created without me

and it will perish with me

as I glance at this world

the painting looks at me

and changes me into its shadows and tones

while we are both silent