The sky is frosted green.
The night feels like that word:
Melancholy –
Restless searching lights
And the passionate silence.
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Windsongs and Waterfalls
There used to be windsongs
And waterfalls between us,
Now there is a wayhidden beat
Quivering like a string,
And we are each holding on
To the end.
Do not offer me the ocean
Do not offer me the ocean
When I am thirsty,
Like the sleeping flowers
In winter
I am nourished by longing,
By the glimpse of chasing lights
Across a pitch black sky.
Show me only a bird
When I want to fly,
And I will spend my life
Growing wings.
Wanderlust
I have always felt like
a migratory bird in September –
Helplessly consumed
By an inscrutable pull
Driving me to throw myself
Into flights across the sea
To places I know nothing about
But that somehow gives me a feeling
Of going home.
The border of you and me
I am standing at the border
Of you and me
At the hub of our oneness –
A contradictory moment
When darkness
Swallows the light.
Homesick Tears
I set out to re-conquer the remote islets
of my childhood
With no other guide than homesick tears.
It was like poaching happy memories
From a seagull’s empty nest
With wings obediently
Following the soft pull of the salty sea.
Floating in elevated loneliness
The world is created anew
Every time I open my eyes
Leaving behind the nocturnal land,
I am the first word to break the silence
As earth breaks apart from the sky
And starts growing and growing
Am I the farming core
Preparing spring for summer
On a tiny star floating
In elevated loneliness.
