Light Mirrors
Eleven Drops To Sink Into
When through the soft dance of the sunburnt grasses
The summer is chasing birds' flight to depart
And living fields turn to carpets of flowers
All shades of violet...
Only here our old days are still living
Filled with longings, joy... filled with hope
Stare throughdreams, slowly touch, softly breathe them in
Twilight blue paintings of water...
Faint touches... and your words made of clouds
A moment... and then months lost in the white
Stolen pictures blown away with the late wind... going silent and deep
Red poppies weaken and entwine birds into sleep
Snow turns to drops, and drops turn to blossom
And then endless months burning in greeen
At the highest top of the mountains
Burning gold, falling leaves
You weep, you yearn... and i stay here - beside you
Is it unknown? ... the love that i keep...
Embroider with words the precious drop laughter
Not too much words ... afraid of the weight...
And i'd never reach for you trying to hold you
Let the wind wipe away the canvas of light
In the waves born of tears, falling down softly
Pictures fade ... leaving just puddles to walk through ...