Ancient song

Sometimes I go
On top of a tree
To tell my story
To the birds

In these lost moments
I take the elevator
Of my memory
And go down

As deep as I can
Questioning my hopes
And fears to find out
What is all about

And when it's time
To come to my senses
I walk in the timeless
Streets of my mind

In a shadow of an angel
With no desires or tears
Hoping to disappear for good
In one of my poems