If I were a consciousness
it would be shared with you
a day when the shadow stubbornly follow along
in the steps of the wild
it was never written as a saga
more like a bare description
you wanted, you would
in freedom create
one step at a time
of your own will.
A second later
the story was shown as the shadow of its bygone beauty
the hidden is awakened in its forgotten form
in the porridge, from a scent
time stops, still.
As love changes the most difficult
the protection will finally raze
which was created by the faulted learning
when the doors of trust are opened in the meeting
in the meeting of the wondrous truth
if you dare, if you see
that the way there is your wounded heart
To abandon yourself is the biggest betrayal
for only you can find your own key to the source of trust
the story is written in this now
in faith, in love
the gates will open.
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Morning creates the first dimensions in between
a braveheart start the impulse
and vibrational waves moves, keeps moving
listen to that voice
as a silent solution occurs.
Let the cowardly attack
strand in the light of fire
for like the sun, a pathos filled heart
will rise again
and the land of lost tears
will fill their dried furrows
it was not our war that took place
but still we grabbed our swords
for a peaceful dawn.
Rest whispers a few stanzas
the song was written in the moment
on the slope of a ruin
the chair that was patterned
no longer fits
fall my angel
let yourself feel the space as your own protection
in the wind that peels away a cover
left is no longer the body.
The ego of history
leaving their ruins
that was said
the shimmer of the past
wearing the shape of my own day dragonfly.
the desire to be whole is born
and the value of that balance
which in its system exist.
That’s why I shine for you
and breathe black at the same time
writing velvet songs over and over
you let yourself willingly be fooled
but not anymore
everything is backwards in my world
must create myself to be.
Or maybe it was the heart’s desire
who whispered a song
that you started humming
in the lust
to allow a soul to expand.