She haunts souls
In abandoned voices
Witnessing stories
In fragile minds

In the midst of dust
Words are lying
She gathers them all
To cure the blind

She longs for the whole
And gifts the world
With stories unheard
From left behinds

A lullaby for
The sun to set

All those puddles  
Of fallen rays
In our home-cities
Pouring, flowing
Into our hearts
The beat of places
We long for
From afar

Dozens slowly die in sunsets
By the moon they are dragged down
The goddess, the mentor of purity
Golden hour, vanishing sun
She‘s playing with your hair
While in sunsets dozens slowly die
She maintains your horizon flare

Eclipse in the sky
Abolished wonders
Yet the stars fly
Out of the universe
And into your mind

Fires
Tornados
Reckless behaviours
Wars
And scars
See, that‘s our world

And don‘t forget
That people are dying
Day for day
From illness
And pain
Because they have been put
Into deadly chains

A wooden palace for the dead
had everyone came in black
flowers, voices, mother earth was awake
To celebrate, regret and retract

The living came to purify their souls
By invigorating adorned cathedrals
And singing songs about loss

Almost as on a causal wedding day
They did not come to celebrate the dead
But to cry about the left behind
Together, to feel more alive

And they were dancing
Around the gone
Voices creating vibration of air
Which sounded peacefully
To the song of despair

Onto the battleground we‘re nailed
Provided with guns and swords /
But our mission failed
We mourn our fallen words

She can only be found by the sea,
My darling, my love, my second me.
The highest tide of my life,
My darling, my love, my lonely wife.
She had to run, run to find the reason why,
She went where the ocean meets the sky.
The absence of her presence can not be fair
But how she craved for the feeling of despair

Now she can only be found by the sea,
My darling, my love, my second me.
A poetic presence of a wish to die
Every imaginable moment I feel her cry
So I run, run to find the reason why,
I go where the ocean meets the sky.

We collide
when thoughts connect
We bond through
the gravity of words
And when we hold
each other
Our atoms seem
to touch

We are strangers
Glancing at the same words
Written down
But seeing different worlds
In our poems

Let‘s create an alternative reality
We can escape to
If the world goes under
And we only have each other
Left

A poem is not for others
But for oneself
To summarise
The endless pain

The cold broke in
And we forgot
How it felt
To look into
Summer skies

I feel as if the sky with all its shades of blue
and all its different clouds
is some sort of weighted blanket.
And sometimes
this huge layer wraps around me, carefully, almost as to make sure I’m okay,
before it suffocates me with invisible mist.

Life is this tiny space
between
infinities

A finger‘s width full of
love and despair and
the desire to be
free