Childhood memories

In the night a rose

moves forward, all the lights off,

If something happened

It would wait until morning

Your mother paints the nuts gold

For your Christmas tree

Shoes on the edge of dawn

They tame the sky

Before, the treasured childhood

Travelled lighting up

Liverpools of fairies

Splendid to look at

A mosquito net

Like snow, you die there,

Especially if the star burns

The wings of the chimney sweep.