Where the flowers speak
and bees prepare honey
the world seems chaotic
a whirling poetic journey.

A path is constructed
down the aisles of trees
among flowers conducted
amidst the busy bumblebees.

Under the joyous sun fly
collect the life and warmth
as far, as fast and as high
a tiny heartbeat storms.

The world is so appealing
inside the tiny bushes
where beauty is revealing
the smells of nature blushes.

You grab the meaning
of the dearest words
smashing them dingily
onto the cold ground.

Saying them before
eagerly so many times
until you only hear
a vague distant echo
of your own mind
speaking vaguely to you.

On a monotonous repeat
fast forward too many times
while you are not able
to count, as the words
have lost their meaning.

Their sense, essence, nuance.
The words become naked
not being aware anymore
where they left their beauty.

And where they belong
in the human made world.

Crimson curtain casting the forest
the sun setting into an eternal space
where your dreams and hopes rest
where you wish to find your place.

Life stepping down the star stairs
Along poetic universe' s lullaby
every pain and sadness you bear
as a butterfly they fly in the sky.

Shivering shadows slink the forest
Somewhere far is the butterfly of joy
Raindrops down the cheeks, so modest
is the way for happiness to destroy.

Honey flows
down your arms
closing the eyes
you feel the softness
you taste the sweetness
you live the deepness.

You rise your arms
the honey flows
falling with the stars
the honey glows.

Along with the music
you dance in the space
your existence is elusive
but your heart is the grace.

A night with brittle frost
covering the quiet earth,
a mysterious darkness flows
through the wandering steps.

Eyes on the vanished horizon,
still looking for the answers
from the outer and inner world,
casting the shadows of wonder.

Lightning up the way ahead
with his own gleaming heart
carrying an old antique book
as the most precious gift left.

Sliding down
the captivating dreams
hands on the piano
eyes in the sky.

Mind in fire of beauty
letting all burn softly
the inside of your soul
is mysteriously beautiful
fire is your energy.

Once you found
a broken mirror
pieces by pieces
you tried to repair it
but your hands
were on fire too.

And it is beautiful
how the mirror burns
as your reflection
evaporates into
the vast universe.

Stretching the hands out
to catch the universe falling
and in my hands it I caught
and heard you there calling.

The perky stars jumped off
and run all down my body,
feeling like a catastrophe,
I tried to collect them rapidly.

Some singing or whispering,
the stars entered my soul
to start powerful glimmering,
that was when I felt whole.

I stretched the hands out
to catch all the rest left
but none was to be caught
I heard that you confessed.