Vibrated all the way into bone
like an inventor’s accuracy,
I applied myself in pure desperation
beyond the understanding of the worlds concepts
the little tickle whispered
yet paradoxically comprehensible
as tracking on a trail of
the light is licking its creators desires.
One foot inside and the other one dangling free
trail’s relentless desire to see
that little invisible
in mountains rustling
in fugitive shine of hapiness
taken by the sunset
drowsiness of a moist drip’s longing
free from the stagnant time, life flies
in a jump
which sticks in the resin of the tree
that becomes your sleep.
Whistles past a fast train on the fly
illusion of water splits itself in two
the wave was a timeline phantom
in the periphery.
Far beyond time
a mirage consists
gauze wants to disperse like a dusty curtain
for a scene of a life
we disappeared in a mistake
considering, dressing, disputes what is true
no grin like of sad loss
more like a joy to find the time of jewels
and always is
a magnetic desire.
Did you see the life that fled by
the wind being wiped away
it was you
in a summer dust
each part is missing me in the pores of sweat
I breathe your heart out like a fire
for a dream so true
It was me who was the dream that slowly disappeared
out in the day that blew the night away
which never charmed
when my last request of a near thirst calls out
I’m lost in missing you yet.
It started like a feathers flight
the tickling sensation to touch a consciousness long before the idea developed
in an infant’s rest in the arms of the universe is a shadow of the deep sorrow of the loss
that’s where the bubble burst
a child was abandoned
as one of many
in an echo of a broken symbiosis someone fell
into a void that’s never been described in words
how could anyone describe the thin air of something lost before it went visible
a void that playfully accompanies the dancing life of a feather
as an eternal shadow in the sun
one distance from wanting to search for the outside mental functions’ understanding
just that stubborn mind which is its own intelligence
can speak without words and show the way.
Stretching a trembling hand
to a stranger in foreign land
between earth and spirit I hover
to find secure ground
delicately embracing the fleeting light
that promises makes
in tuned tones.
Morning air trembles
like the other around a soul
beyond, in wonder
and sorrow’s aching.
marks the seal of honesty
honors the most difficult of all
an open heart’s truth.
As the door of love blows up
when the inevitable end occurs
there, in the meeting it is written
of love’s eternity
like a sorrow’s deepest friend.