well everybody's world is another one so what to change?
you can not see things as they are just see them how you are
in fact you can not even see how they are
if any definition is just an approximation
or an alternation of the same thing

everything is a more or less a faithful translation
and the only performance in the field is love
yes love sees and feels "the same thing"
but it does not give you any explanation

it's a sublime free fall feels all like it's all
and not how it is

if you're realistic a moment you feel the way you are
without the impossible ambition to see the same thing
see love as a feast of unreality
which makes playing in another's skin a child's play
and a genius experience
to make it like the movies to be another being yourself

but to be realistic to the end is to give life the opportunity to be herself
to see for hereself to feel it all as it is
without interference in her internal affairs

the vanity of love is that it is a giveaway to likelyness
even beyond life but can not save the world
it can only make it better

let everybody's world be different
and that's the freedom
and that's all you can love

It's raining heavily in my laboreour's Germany
it is Sunday and foreigners are quietly resting
with some beer held in their large & full of scars hands

there in our improbable wonders
I come to talk to them
when a bumblebee lost and drenched
also comes on dry ground
marching through our feet

when one of us turns him on his back
he is buzzing he is drying his wings
and I say
"let him go man"

and afterall
"es ist nur ein Waser Probleme"

Come with me...
     Moving away from the guarded cell blocks of past disappointments, mourned losses, and forgotten hope

     Diving our souls into the deepest depths of being where there's no past or future, only present, only presence, only us

     Dancing high above the world, let me lay you down upon a cloud and merge our energies into one unbreakable bond

    Watching the sunset, snuggled tightly within the curve of a crescent moon, I will fill a basket of hand picked stars for you and pledge my everlasting Love


©Tina Thompson