Oooh… Phew!

One and 1 are indeed different
from each other, right?

One is a word, and the other is a number.

Yet, when I am not visible, no one sees that I exist separately.

Always in all ways,
and yet, past Noontime,
the end begins again.
Nothing feels the same
as a fairy
and I dream what I am.
The Moon is not alone;
one star, more than two,
beyond the Ocean of the sea,
one, two, three, stars that I see.

Low beneath the weeping willow stand
Stars and a full moon grand
On the ground of the earth’s land

I am here to be,
her shadow,
hidden, in a widow.
Her dark in death,
mysterious,
fallen into star.
A pastlife scar,
you,
my beautiful wife,
thats who you are.

God is a He in the Her of His own,
in the Hers of all that is —
a Being that is Yours within Me.

Falling star, from life, out of death,
falling stars, from life, an origin past,
a star falls, from life, from its own today,
falls a star, from life, from the old far away.

Elegant — yeah, just like I please.
A heart? Charming, smooth like a breeze.
The evening? Yours. The night? I ignite.
I am the morning star light.
Adorable — yeah, in a secret disguise,
But baby, I’m coming. Inevitable. No lies.

Only truths

death by the color
Mine was here to,
you knew how careful
i loved you
In the morning spread
my cheeks white-red
And i laughed
at the end,
where i stand

Through my thoughts,
floating... away from everyone,
where no one can disturb,
lives my soul that God will guard.
That which makes me myself,
forever loved in my heart.

I give my voice to God,
I'm dead. And yet…
I live again,
I stand before you.
Don't you see me?
In the light of the moon.
I sit and speak out,
it feels so different.
As I rock back and forth,
I stand and speak wisely
but make no sound.

To be honest is to be alive,
We see the morning in the stars in the sky.
At the end… life drifts further from me,
Where could I be?
I’m standing still at the edge of the sea,
And I leave the Earth… a key.

When we lay down beneath the tree,
Above the green grass, wild and free.
A thousand zeroes spin in the air,
And all I could feel…
was the weight of despair.
I can be sorry — and I am,
Falling toward you, like time through sand.

Lies fall to me — so stay with me.
Can’t you see?
That our death… is meant to be.
Not an ending, not goodbye,
But a truth that waits beyond the sky.

A voice telling me to hold it tight,
In a sound of words that split the night.
Emotions rise, part of the scar,
An image... like a falling star.
Even when no one comes, I know,
It will be like Mum's.

I seem to remember my friends
Much pain, nowhere not to find
As if we are lost to be not aware
Not even here, and alone further
To be certain extent … wandering
And I feel them ... is it me, myself
Like in an empty feeling of beauty
Alone, so much fear and strangely
Missed seven and the sixth in time
Suddenly feels like I am wandering
In Winter Hell feels, one of two Pink
Flower tears, White lion's mane soft
Wait … in the lake off a clou warmth
Orange fire seems in a draft cold ice
Like longing, tears … Red fur Cheeks
Maybe a Purple … but painfully White