SHE IS COLD AS ICE
In place of a heart, you have an endless land of ice
And you protect it from warmth.
Instead of luck, you have a forgotten world
As cold as the middle of winter.
In place of flowers, you have countless crystals
Which are bound to the high mountain.
Instead of Love, you have perfect silence
Which protects you from truth.
Cold as ice, you look down the floes
And you want to hand over the coldness to somebody.
But all who wanted to know you have died;
Do you wish to give them your frozen heart?
A PIECE OF THE SKY
The sun and the roses,
A piece of the sky.
I can’t give you more
Although you need much more.
I’m giving you a tear,
A soft kiss,
Some warmth of my soul,
And a look in the distance.
Give me some hope
And a little wish
And tell my heart
That you care.
WITHOUT A TITLE
My shoes have worn out from long travels,
I’ve walked for years, months, and days.
Mainly here and there I’ve found what I’m interested in,
Some river or sea, clean and blue,
Green mountains, grey and white.
Sometimes the people always suffer,
Some who talk for talk’s sake,
Wise men, ninnies, smart ones, and those in love
—They have all passed me.
I don’t know where to follow my feet
For now, they are barefoot.
Sometimes I sit and look into the distance;
I’m scared of all those tracks,
But when I get up and set off,
Each fence falls down.
Maybe I bring silence in me;
Words leave me slowly,
But I’m in love with the wild.