In a time of deep uncertainty

with my NuBlaccsoUl in ruins.

The kingfisher Ja bade me follow Creepstar

To the mystical place

In search of grace,

beyond sheer Pradip mountains

Where the clear crisp ink of fountain flows.

Here the saints of Ignatius

stop to quench their thirst.

The journey held danger

when I came upon a stranger

I became enchanted by the spells

of a mischievic Pixievic.

Spell bound I watched entranced

  the sheer dexterity of the Busbar dancer

Whereupon My poor dark soul

fell deep in a hole.

I was taken through the worst by Steven Langhorst

To arrive safely at the hallowed grounds of Newvango

Where now I see

the Paradise in me.

I was too focus on you that I didn't notice that I was getting lost.

Moon and Sun intertwined by gentle light,
One's too bright, one's too shy to shine.
Both waiting to greet the sweet night
Reunite, low on the horizon line,
Accompanied with the sounds
of wine.

I once believed

perfection was beauty

But it took me years

To finally see

That perfection is flaws

Just worn beautifully

My soul will come to you
when my time is over.
I will not have to imagine you anymore
to stay with you,
I will not have to hope
not to leave you anymore.
My soul will come to you
empty of the body
in the hold of which
my spirit has sailed
and neither voice
nor hugs
will still be needed to love you,
neither distance
nor death
will still be able to part us.
My soul will come to you
and it will bring you a kiss
as a last memory
of our great love.

20.11.'14