Wind chimes
Sing songs of love –
Secrets
I want my lover
I want his hands
I want his lips
His sweet kisses
I want his arms
His eyes
His face
His scent
His everything
I dreamt that I could reach out and touch you
That you were right there next to me
And then I woke up to an empty bed
He collected her
In his old red sports car
She climbed in beside him
And could taste his presence
So close
And at the same time
Too far away
A burning world
Gives birth to
Raging flames
Devouring the earth
And smoking the sky.
Destruction is followed by
Desolation
Until the hunger of the beast
Is satiated.
Only then
After its anger has been quenched
Can peace abound.
A drought in a foreign land
Wages war against an unsettled peace
While floods in an opposite corner
Drowns hope there was for
Honey
After all that
I’ve been through
Loving you –
Wells of tears
Hopes and fears
Waiting
Dreaming
Hoping
Praying
One look from you
And I melt
Be not conformed
But rather, be transformed
Let our lives tell the story
Of where our hearts would rather be
Soft fluttering wings
Flying freely inside me –
Your eyes are power
The sun is shining
And yet a cold undertone
Bites into the impression
That summer has arrived
Bitter reminder
That under the warmth
Coldness remains
Or
Hopeful illusion
That above the cold
There is hope?
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