The dew-washed sun
Sneaks out from the horizon
As a new day shows
Its joyful accomplishment

You sit on the rock
Of the moon kissed valley
Under the vast eternity
Accompanied by Anguish
And Sadness on your ohter side

The time when the bell rang hardly
Resonanting through your subtle heart
Breaking it fiercely apart.
The feeling of hurt and smell of blood
You desparately ask for the help of god.

Hearing the voice of destiny
Calling in whisper, swarming in shadow
You must rise again from the pain
Like a phoenix from the dust.

In the fresh fields and foggy nights
Putting the pieces together again
Like a never ending puzzle
The smallest fractions will always be lost.

Where are the helping hands,
Where is my host?

It is only you who can acknowlege
The true answer of all
The help, masterfully built
In both of your shoulders
Grasping the pieces
With your languid fingers.

There is hope in every fragment
There is power in thoughtful mind
The time when you step out from your cave
You realise you have only love, you hate in vain.

I want to creep inside of you,
your ribcage enclosed around me
let's take a look at what your third eye can see.
Wrapping my mind around the galaxies,
that are currently expanding away
intertwining your stars in my fingertips,
caressing your moons in the palms of my hands.
Don't mind me while I sip your knowledge like a cup of tea;
pouring down my throat,
scalding information like it was supposed to scar.
I can feel you waking,
the nebula behind your eye lids,
fades as the sun claims its spot in the sky.
Resonanting inside of me, like a sizzling
black kettle boiling over.
I watch the hot red glowing spirals
on the stove subside to a rustic brown,
just like that I knew I were lost -
wandering around in someone else's
head that had no intention
of ever stepping into another's.