Vibrated all the way into bone
like an inventor’s accuracy,
I applied myself in pure desperation
extended
beyond the understanding of the worlds concepts
the little tickle whispered
unintelligible phrases
not manifested,
yet paradoxically comprehensible
as tracking on a trail of
unknown phenomenon
the light is licking its creators desires.

One foot inside and the other one dangling free
viewer viewer
trail’s relentless desire to see
that little invisible
in mountains rustling
in flight
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.

When nothing is left
a longing for bygone answers is born
in silence a sad one whispers
that life is like a leaf pulp of a lind

simply hugging my hands
for all the gifts I received
in light and love I want to live
allowing comfort to grow
Farewell, and let a reunion be
in the water surface silent, we

See fear as the wind whispers
whispering
that certainly the light creates its own time
where fears are weighed on silk
held gently and rocked to rest.