home
be the home,
I never had
be the dream,
that I never want to end
lover
take a lover
who kisses you
like light
take a lover
who warms you up
in a dark night.
let it go
little by little
you will forget the color of my eyes
but I will remember yours
at lonely nights, when I see the stars
the dream
in my next life
let me be a tree
in a deep forgotten forest
where the wind tells me stories
and birds sing me a lullaby.
neverland
take me to a place
where children don’t cry
the ocean’s sound never die
and I can fly.
october
it was a cold october evening
we were walking
close to each other,
through an empty street
talking about poetry
suddenly you stopped
and your lips were on mine:
„this is how poetry is made“
you said,
and we continued the walk while holding hands
till late.
