Broken people live in the valley
Where the river flows with ****
Suicide rises like the sickness tally
Depression they call it

Drugs are legal and recomended
Anything to avoid the outcome
Anything for a heart mended
Love is too weak for some

God is called upon in times of need
But He is too far away
To hear
The pleed
Save me dear God

Silence

But they hold on
To a thread
Because they know

There is the smallest possibility
That they will wake up one day
The world will lose its hostility
And they will be on their way

Out of the valley of sadness
Into the soft lit day light
Love will fill the night
And they will have peace with
The badness

God, I'm naive, but I don't care.
At the moment I am young and beautiful
And I ache to experience the world twice over

6:53 a.m
and the sky is smeared in red
Sailors take warning
A heavy drop of rain on my skullcap
then another and another
I stand with pewter cup in hand
Full of rain water and instant coffee
6:54 am

Night,
I love you
like a bride
loving her body,
the madman
the desert,
like the horse
loves its shadow,
the sad the lighthearted,
I love you like
a wanderer his ballad,
a poet his dark room,
like the moon.