It´s always we say
That we have lack
Of Time
But Time never has
Lack of anything
It flows in a continuous line
Not even knowing
That somebody
Will say to others
I do not have time
You can not acquire Time
As Time acquires us.

On a secret starry night
I was glad to be by myself
Just like walking on glass
I marched under the starlight
The pieces were beaming
Under my feet, and tinkling
To open my eyes under the sky
I saw the stars were falling
The pieces of glass were the stars
Where I could see my reflection
And glance into my soul to tell
I am made of these elements
Which are out there, so far
But yet they are so close
That I can feel them moving
In the life which has ignited in me
I realise- that is what the stars will show.

I followed your path
Through the winter wind
I stepped so bravely
Even if anymore I could not find.
I searched for the hint,
I waited in the blizzard storm,
I just begged you to inform,
That maybe it was not as I thought.
Now those days I spend sitting
On the windowsill and follow
The only shadow outside
Which is the Shadow of You.

I can never wash away
The image of you
Nor the memory of you
But I can paint it on paper
And throw it into the sea,
So the water will wash it away
And carry it into the world
Of underwater, so Poseidon
Will keep the eye on you
And let you dance with Thetis.

The night is slowly falling
Behind the shadow cast trees
To hear the majestic owl´s mystic calling
Soul darkness is the only thing I see

Somewhere deep hidden in the woods
Is the invisible delicate love I once lost
Those wondrous days in the late childhood
Now I can only bear the feeling of the frost

Searching for the love under the wicked night
Which is like a treasure thrown into the sea
I know I cannot achieve to find it, I can only write
About that drastic dream and that perfect symphony.

You once were in my life.

The reflection of the soul
Is seen within the silver glass
In your eyes where the treasure is hold.

I'm just discovering,
baby,
that's what I was made to do.
I'm never done learning,
even about...you.
But the waters keep churning,
I'm just floating through
observing
swerving
and turning
over and over
the things I go through.

I've got to keep at it, baby
For me
and
for you.
Maybe because I've been through so much crazy,
I'm always searching for something new.