Poems in English

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.