There was no music
But she danced like the flower moved by the wind
The wind calls her name
Poetry is the dance that is danced without music
And poetry is what she is
She sang but without words
She played guitar no strings attached
Read her thoughts
Forget her name
Before she blows your mind

She found somuch in life
But still lost the courage
She looked for somuch
But was blind for the fact
That life is not just to be lived for the hunting
This time she  stood up surprising the big mouths  with one single sentence and she knew it was good
Like the mouse bit the cat
And the cat will remember
That even small teeth can be sharp as a knife

I wrote the song
You used to sing it
It  really said it perfectly
A  little story in  four minutes
Maybe some tones were out of tune
But now the lyrics are forgotten
It was not a hit but but oh yes still a big slap in the face
And the guitar no strings attached

The melancholism
Of the sword of  sadness
The beginning of madness
The ghosts of your past you carry on your back
The guns were loaded
But you felt empty
The kanon was fired
You swallowed the powder
You coughed like a man who knew fate was near
You took your loss and lost what was taken
Let the sand be the cover of the coffin that gave you the house without windows
But who needs a window when eyes are hollow , the voice is empty the tongue was sharpest and cut all the lines that you never did speak

The ocean blue its taste so salty like tears you spilt for far too long
Birds fear nothing flying where the warmth of the sun will dry their feathers
Hold your tears and let the sun dry your eyes before winter is coming to freeze your heart
Seasons come and go as pain will ease and you shall blossom like the rose in spring in the fields of gold coloured by the rainbow after the rain chased the clouds away - Heerings June 2015

The mourning after
The day of laughter
About the things
That needed silence
You lost the temper
But found the words
To put it all into perspective
Of those who normally
Just close their eyes for consequences
Since that is for the morning after the mourning after whispering  the history of her story that was kept under the blankets  that  covered all that felt so cold like the frozen kiss that was colder than the coldest winter any body ever felt