We sit here
at the bottom of
the world

place
where the dead stars
are being  lulled

i knew this place very well
i used to come here
once in a while

to stare thru tree crowns
while black and blue darkness
enwrapped my brain
with pleasant contentment

stars spoke to me of my depth
where should I lead

so
down the lonely road I go

just to
remind myself
how top and bottom
are close to themselfs

another lonely road I go

just to have a chance
to look deep in her eyes
so that she knows
I walk only for her.