Death leaves questions when one falls into a void
We should know the answers, as all became so certainly
The last detail of life still reveals a well-hidden secret
The purity of sadness when our friends condole us.

When the whole year seems grey and shapeless then
Faith is a season shimmering bright into our hearts
Morning medidation to release us from sleep
Emotional hide-out to dreams emerging from within.

I couldn´t collect two kisses every day for me
to save them to have enough inside untill christmas
Hope is an excuse, when everything else failed.
I am rich of hope, but too poor to love.