Oh, if I could I sleep forever on a daydream's cloudy cushion,
I'm cowering again from the thrilling thunder of life's perpetual percussion,
Oh, if I could rest of an evening by the warmth of your dear smile,
No need to feel the terror of time, time would go out for a while.

Love
is the glowing flame,
and you melt
as it approaches

Listen,
be careful
with that flame,
or it’ll burn you
when that love
starts to sting

They’ll decide to leave you,
and you’ll remain with nothing,
but the fading ashes of that love  

You’ll lose the passing-by warmth
that once visited your frigid heart

So light up a cigarette,
and put out the ongoing fire
inside your chest with smoke

it is a cold day
the heater soaks the space
but how difficult it is
to feel the warmth without words

as we escaped reality
within boundless lands

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

as we tried to make it
finally finna don't fake it

and as we entered our land
secretly; always warm

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

an infinite loophole
children adults and groups

it had never been too late
we had never gone that far

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

Dreaming deep I rest
wrapped in my bed's warm embrace
beneath night's dark veil.

You vibrate a certain warmth
Countless hours spent under the sun couldn’t deliver
It heals my heart
Knitting the pores that drowned me
Building a shield for it
Torn only at your presence
I don’t know if you can feel your brightness
Disguising my weaknesses
Your smile is my shelter
Protecting me from the world’s sinister
When the piles of doubt fill me
Your selflessness enlightens my consciousness
You seem to know me
The kind of recognition exceeding our bodies
A pair of eyes give birth from our conversing entities
A telescope burning time and tending to our queries

Silent fireplace,
    cold stone hearth alludes to its purpose,
sitting eerily still.
       Teasing its fleeting warmth.

     The silent rumble of nothingness penetrates the peaceful silence,
Silence to itself,
   With this little lamp to my side,
providing just the right kind of light,
        to see me through this write.

Shutting my mind's eyes and breathing the endless ink blots of my thoughts.
     Thoughtless sighs squeeze,
  past my anxieties,
    and carry to me,
a tantalizing hors d'oeuvre of peace.

~Robert van Lingen