Eons of missing from a beam’s loss of its star
a perfect wish to meet again
The insight shone like a sapstain laser through lost hope
that the illusion gave
Love was proudly returned to the heart’s origins
saddened by empty meetings that nothing gave.
Feed me in your maturity
not ever doubt the grace
dense as the root it starts to speak of truth
the very self belives
different shapes are seen
in the eye of growing earth.
The north wind did not manage to wipe away the sin from the tormented body
tried desperately to dress the naked, ruthless wind penetrated the marrow
in a shout of chills
hands trembling like leaky branches
the cramp was thrown back into a dark room
in a childhood friend described
the pale blue cold whispers stubbornly
sucking the power out of whining body
a virtue buried
It was you and your intrusion that created the image
firmly etched shape of an icicle
Yes, scream the chorus in fierce heart’s struggle
It was the rebel in an infrastructure that took the sharpened pen
similar to a historical form
in a war that began
and never ended.
Conceptual presence for the latter thought
as an anchoring created
in its conditional aspect
a brace for the utilized form
wherein magic is made.
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.
In honor, sorrow bows
in embarrassed gesture
pivots easily with hand
asks for mercy
we travel to a heart in despair
and beats the tornado
feelings get dressed
all that describes
in merciless history.
Love forms in what love is aimed at
always in its center
The dance of the soul as in trans wants to find you.
In the beginnings brittle second
In a void were sparkling diamonds shine
See you again, worlds whispers outside
trough fabulous falling rain
missing is the absence of ocean
which rinses veils away
in dried tears.