Dreams of the same sky

“Dreams of the same sky Two hearts beat in the stone, under the mantle of that ancient oak, one like lightning, that lights up the stormy skies, the other one, serene as the current that caresses the deep roots of its history. And although different, their eyes look at the same raven high above, hoping that its wings would spread a shadow that would cover equally that shattered earth. Oh, face divided in the stillness of the lake, Who will gather your waters to see them united in the mirror of the day? When the last deer falls in the nameless woods, it will be the wind that whispers what it has always known, that no line encloses the flight of dreams under your same sky.”