you were my New York
My Tempered Soul
the rain, the house in the woods
ballet dancing, art
past pain and present success.
You were what I would always hope for in my future self.
The mountain
my safety.
So do not ask me again why I cry
finding it suddenly so hard
to/ say / goodbye
That dress, on your skin
my dear
the flickering silver
threatened my senses
burdened my peace
Carried moon flaming crystals
All ever strong, but so quietly
No armor
on the flowers by the window
that witnessed you leave
No harm
in them waiting so still
Patiently
A flower caught in the shade
will always seek new ways.
Until clenched hands
like a flower breathe ,
love cannot bloom within.
May the I
in ‘ you and I ’
become so strong, solid and free
to sustain the ‘we’
Here and there
but barely everywhere.
Underneath the stones a ray of light adorns
the sweet darkness where life evolves
It breathes through mud, speaks no words
for creation needs not to be spoken of.
I am a lady
a la-la-la-la lady
a bird
the wolf´s prey
so pretty
asleep, tamed.
But wait…
Awake
I am the wolf
running through these fields
fragile flower
Watch me go in awe
of what I have becomed.
