Liber by Twilight

Oh Angel bunny,
I was lost in the woods,
Out there where
Houses and cities and money can’t reach.

Oh, Angel bunny,
I was lost in the woods
And a storm caught me.

Suddenly I hear
The music,
The crackling
Of the woods, the leaves hit by water:

Rain on the tall oaks,
Rain on the narrow beechs,
Rain on the thick poplars,
Rain on the light birches,
Rain on the delicate primrose,
Rain on the soft violet,
Rain on my naked wings,
Rain on my face and brow.

And baptized from nature
I find myself reborn
With a novel soul.

Due to this arboreal soul
I see scents
I hear colors
I smell sounds
And scents and colors and sounds
Are one

And the trees speak to me
Not with regular word
But newer
They said me their real names
But how to repeat them
I don’t know
For their name are light are scents are sound confused as one.

Oh, Angel bunny, then
All at once the trees were silent
And
I saw colors,
I heard sounds,
I smelt scents,
And colors and sounds and scents
Are three.

All I heard was the storm:

Rain on the tall oaks,
Rain on the narrow beechs,
Rain on the thick poplars,
Rain on the light birches,
Rain on the delicate primrose,
Rain on the soft violet,
Rain on my naked wings,
Rain on my face and brow,

Oh, Angel bunny,
Forever lost what I felt,
The real names of the three
Are now ineffable for me