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
fumbling
to find secure ground
delicately embracing the fleeting light
that promises makes

in tuned tones.

The end of certainty
encloses the kiss
of forgetfulness
the print is thrown
posthumously back
whenever a thought
is slung with power
through perfection
brutally against
a feeling barrier
which fails.

The thought as a volatile star
A praised tear
Widened in a wordless flow
Behind life
One step out of the frame
Beside
Like a second skin.

I’m in the fragments of you
I was a weak, as if born out of soil
in the soul a strong soldier
It’s a cry and a fist
In real life the day begins
in sweaty face
and during the last hour of evaporation

lungs
breathed
fiery
peace.