Red coloured wallCrailer, 11. Sept. 2012
Your eyes melody, which entered mine,
silenced the storm immediately.
And added line upon line
feelings to the storm unceasingly.
I wish, oh how i wish
and questions turn into a waterfall.
Cannot move, nor swim like a fish,
only bleed after i ran against a wall.
No strength to move
to the next questions peak.
Resume to write with love,
but you don't wish to speak.
This bitter bleeding shines brighter
although your melody has forsaken my ear.
Carried questions begin to feel lighter.
Sweet HOPE overshadows my fear.