Lying comfortable while my is mind willing to get a grip Today the light of day scars me, as it makes me unrest Hearing a distant melody in the sounds pounding on my head Like resonance appearing in a perfect melody
But still this is our song, that makes me smile everyday I agree - Yesterday there was a defined tomorrow. I admit - Today we are afraid of what´s to come My dear - Love cannnot always wear sunday´s clothes
Some days feel like long autumn nights for us when the moonlight is the only spot to mark our paths As our thoughts run randomly and we are afraid to fall The faster we race the greater the distance grows
Words are silver when we choose them well Harmony will stay our friend for a life-time Golden autumn when we disentagle this net Unfolding a web under sunbeams of joy.
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Influenced by Hermann Hesse´s novel "Steppenwolf". Concerns about the question whether love kills Weaven for my Rusalka.
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