On halfway to home

                         Vertiginous freedom's sharp fragrance drifts,

                         solitude's clean tranquility rustles

                         in my ears, like soft ethereal mists,

                         unfold my wings with tremulous muscles,

                         a well-known stranger, familiar nameless,

                         mysterious distance is calling me

                         in whispers, tortures softly in shapeless

                         longing, no depths and no heights, feelings flee

                         by liberating winds, a last deep breath

                         creates my weightlessness, space-time's blue dome

                         lost its sense floating between life and death,

                         where stars come so close on halfway from home.

                                Dreaming the truth don't wake me up to lies,

                                look with shrug as a crazy flies to skies!