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Lorelei Aug 2016
I am the little child
sitting alone on a bench,
waiting for someone -
silently crying for fear of the dark

I am the teenager
finding herself at a crossroad,
learning how to make decisions

And I am the woman
smiling at the rain,
facing responsibility and consequences.

I am the child
dancing for joy
when seeing a flower bloom

And the teenager
rejoicing in her own recklesness

And I am the woman
loving life and people -
And all of this
In the neverending dance of each day.
Lorelei Aug 2016
The day you write a poem
is like no other!
It's like running through a dark corridor
and then you open a door
to this room full of light
that shines through you!
And you find yourself
conjuring words of hope and joy
fascinated in front of the endless
*beauty of life
To Peter, for reminding me how awesome it is to write
Lorelei Jul 2016
I woke up for the thousand time,
- a voice telling me it’s going to be ok -
And knowing that some days
all you need to conquer
                                       is yourself:
that space in you where new dreams are born,
that path taking you somewhere,
- the one filled with the craters of your fallen hopes -
But still leading you
to that corner of your soul
where not historical battles are won,
Just some battles. Yours.
Lorelei Jul 2016
Ideally I would have been born in France
and I would sit now sipping wine and writing,
on a river’s shore…
But what can I do?
My soul got lost on his way there
In a land of beautiful contradictions!
And I found here more life passion than a glass can harbor.

Ideally I would be married with children by now,
But I chose to live a life and not a pattern.
And with life you cannot foresee the next steps.

Ideally I would still be teaching,
giving as gift all I know,
but instead of just knowledge
I wanted to share pieces of my soul.

And ideally a prince would show up at my door
No white horse,
Just him, hands full of honesty!
But instead of that,
it seems I have to go looking for him.
And bumping my soul along the way
against other people
is what brought light on some facts:
Royalty is not about wearing a crown,
Just as ideals are not about fulfillment!
They are mere guidelines on our way!
To my brother
  Jul 2016 Lorelei
SE Reimer
~

think again if you believe
light is but a rapid blur,
consider that the spark
that lives between
two lover-friends, is light
exchanged in slow fashion;
the slow burn of a campfire,
the sparkle of her passion,
the flicker of a candle,
whisperings of the starlight,
the way a moon beam
bends the tides,
and makes her eyes twinkle;
each my confirmation,
of light that moves
so satisfying slow,
allowing flames to ever grow
ever higher, higher,
kindling sparks into a fire,
for love that lasts
is not a spark alone...
no,
love’s passion is a bon fire,
a sunset setting sky aglow;
an ever-building slow,
to effervescent ether;
a gently flowing kiss,
a living, colored tapestry
of drifting twilight mist;
this the speed of light...
my heart’s desire,
mirrored in my lover’s eyes.

~

*post script.

love at the speed of sunsets and star gazing;
evenings spent round the campfire
with only the light of the fire,
the stars and that sparkle in each other's eyes...
falling in love, all over again!
Lorelei Jun 2016
Blue skies
Fields stretching out
                 like white-sand beaches
Eyes wide open
                 we dive
into a sea of hopes and dreams
                 and we swim
towards the Lighthouse of
                         "Everything Possible"
To Karina and her dream of a white sand beach
Lorelei Jun 2016
I had the most wonderful butterfly
                                        on my shoulder
Whispering me an ancient secret!
But the noise of my footsteps
                                            got too loud
I stopped!
What? Say that once again!
But he flew away…
Hiding the secret
                  in the flapping of his wings...
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