The pages turn idlely
The teachers' voice fades away
As she, stares in space

The soldier with his gun poised
Stares at the moon
Dreaming of home & warmth

The gentleman in his luxurious car
With his head full of problems
Drives with a grim look on his face

The beggar girl with ragged clothes
Searching through her eyes
Of long lost, hopes and wishes.

I was born 05:40 in July – Zodiac sign: Cancer
A little girl that loved looking out of the window
Watching the moon at night
Nights were soft and friendly that time
And the Moon smiled and lit up my way

On my 20th birthday I was holding my present
A birth horoscope
Printed on beautiful dark blue paper it stated:
Your are Cancer / Ascendent Cancer – a child of the moon
Nights were wild and full of life that time
And the Moon winked at me and lit my up way

6 month ago I was holding a report
On sterile white paper full of medical phrases – again the word „Cancer“
Long way to go now and the road won't be easy
But I started marching
Nights are a bit darker now
Hope the moon will light up my way

(© Heike Borgard 2016)

every Fryday night on his way home he stopped by the church near the bus station
to say a prayer.
his short escape to find comfort in this fast moving time.

and as he sat there, as usual, hands folded,
wondering again if there will ever be an answer to his silent prayers
this time, to his suprise, there was a rapid response:

***** music started playing and a celestial voice said:

"Dear prayer – thank you for calling but
currently all our heavenly connections are busy –
you are now in a queu - please hold your belief!“

***** music playing.....

"Your prayer is important to us -
We are sorry to keep you waiting but all hosts of heaven are still assisting other prayers-
The next spiritual entity available will connect with you soon.-“
Please stay in devotion!!

***** music playing....

"You have exceeded the waiting limit for this queue. Please unfold your hands and try again later!"


As he stepped outside he had left the church in every possible respect.
He never prayed again.

                                                         ­                     (© Heike Borgard 2018)

One after the other,
They come,
Give me promises they’ll stay
But they never do
Who are you all
Lovers from past life
Haunting me
Torturing my soul
Why do we come across
Why is god so cruel
Sending me souls
That are not meant to stay
Without sending me the ****** soul
Who is destined to stay

Do you ever think about me?
Because I think about you.
If I'm honest,
Too much for my own good.
I miss hating the situation I was in
Because I would just get lost in the good times with you.
Life is harder now and you were my escape.
Now I'm losing my mind, losing my heart. I'm losing love.
It was never the same after you.
Now everything is cold and brisk
You kept me warm.
An inferno of bliss

It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break