They were two one night stands,
And then two one day friends.

That was their game.
But they are not the ones to blame.
The were to scared of pain.

Cause whenever there's a "two".
No doubt in pain. The only question's "who?"

And thus, they searched for any answers.
They warned their targets they were strangers.
And with a dawn or dusk they'd leave avoiding daggers.

That happened on and on until they one day met.
"They are the same" all people said.

The two were very weird.Each time they both would change.
So every day and night would the one and only. Their love was strange.

It's way to calm, just look around.
it's all gone still, no rhythm found.

but you could say: "all flora came to life"
but something so **** still just can't contain life.

and cities-towns, they've gone constant.
so now all that can ever change's so distant.

Nor it would rain or snow all of a sudden.
so killer-sun is now my deathlike burden.

and the grey people, it's their now turn act.
so i'll only survive by running. that's a fact.

and so i'm tired of being strong,
thus voices offer me free fall.
but i shall not, for none is there to catch, or fly beside, or back to call.

Evening
Dark, lonely
Fires up, reminds, holds down
Again alone with loneliness
Summer

(...)

there are houses made of grey dust,
but painted with all the colors and the shades.
and old people know all of science,
and all of history of moon that never fades.

at last there are children of the sun
with complicated dreams and simple eyes.
and there are students of the wind
who won't stop staring at stars and cities in the skies.

sometimes i run in fields and gardens.
those are on moon but they, too,
came from Earth.
so here is nothing else i need .
but join won't join me, dear, come ye forth.

"so bow to her when she is full
and then take off with her light"
and so did i one starry evening
one darling full moon's night.

and so i took off into the void
and winds would escort me up.
high and higher than that i went.
there was no sealing me to stop.

then there i had my soft landing,
i found myself under a glasslike dome.
i've come to the biggest moon city,
to my new and never sleeping home...

Silk is the tent,
woolen is the floor,
Silk dome our teen divas have painted,
Woolen dreams our little fellows have imagined.

And now we are inside,
Just how did we fit.
And our teachers, both sit in the senter.
She plays her ukulele and he watches the fire burn.

The little girls, all so fast asleep.
Pretending to be lost in the funny shadows, so calm.
The little kings, all slowly wander,
Trying to get the older ones to tell stories, curios to know.

And the middle roses, never tired.
They sit in a circle making their flower crowns.
Oh, the middle strangers, always daring.
They play card games chatting in such a low whisper.

and the teen sages, all quiet so much.
Girls hidden in books and boys searching through dreams.
The ukulele is sounding.
The fire is burning.

Oh, moon and wind, both alive.
They both outside, guarding the tent.
Dark are the trees.
Bright are the stars.