day 22

gently the breeze takes us up to the heights of the night sky.

the breeze breaks.

there is no breeze.

requesting time apart.

here,

is where I want to be.

surely, the flooding stream dries up. the people disperse. And the stars hide behind the clouds like we all do.

here,

is still where I will be.

purge us of our filthiness that cling unto us daily; tempt us not, we are at your mercy, so let us be who we are, here, only here is the moment we deserve to be, otherwise, no sense (kein Sinn auch), the wind will mean nothing to us, the moisture means nothing to us, the ground means nothing to us. I care about the touch.

here,

is where I dare not touch you.

I was afraid to burst the bubble.
I was afraid you would disappear.

here,

I didn't want here to be when the stars disappear, the magic to dissipate, the hope to kill.
I am so close to touching you,
here.

so I wait for,

stardust

falling
down
gently
but
they don't
magic
us

to a beautiful evening,
to a beautiful calm
And to a beautiful peace.

we manage to die,
to die
to die,
to die
to die,
leaving nothing
to

chance.

here.
always,
almost
here.
but daily

the phoenix,
and
the bean-curd.
but soft, she speaks.

I listen.

she speaks.

EVERYTHING



All thoughts, no dice is thrown.

finite playlist of the unspoken mind.