Each and every passing day
Will all be washed away.
So live exactly how
You have always wanted to right now.
Be the person you dream of being,
And make the decisions you know are freeing.

The first time I saw the sun
I held her in my hand
and let her burn through my fingers.

My hands are still burned
and I can feel her light
shining in my blood
every day.

Oh, how it feels
to glow.

Ask me not how far
it's only a day
and night space apart!
But its been like this
since time immemorial!

When the sun comes rising up
On a brand new day

When shooting stars score the sky
And quickly fade away

When lark ascends in the fields
Flying high and free

When robin sings his little song...
Spare a thought for me


When the oak in springtime rain
Wakens from the dead

When the sun behind the wood
Glows a winter red

When starlings race and fall to roost
Then chatter in the cover

Think of me even if...
Your hand is in another

If the day seems
A longing
A wish for the sun to shine
A throat to deal with red wine
A prayer for God to make
This day not be your deadline.

Sighs,
Breathings,
Or maybe suffocatings
Might feel the place

If the day seems
A crying
The time is running
And your toughts are escalating
From your inner they are
Smearing on your face
As they harden your skin
And pervade your way.

Whatever the day seems to you
It is another day
Another battle,
Another sad day
Remember!
Another happy and fun day
Remember.

sunny spring day
but on the dial is cold
here again was deception
and the evening longing pursued
chasing me

08.11.18