If You, Without A Word
If you, without a word
You simply ever need
Some thing special still there
Your body knows within
25 January, 2014
If you, without a word
You simply ever need
Some thing special still there
Your body knows within
With a hither
And a dither
I run a’round
And I do my things
Like a mouse, no sound...
The rush of joy
in the stomach, in the arms
unexpected, being rolled over, taken by surprise
yes, pure joy, could leap in the air
like a kid with his first bicycle, or Christmas...
On a summers day, in a shady wood somewhere, near a quiet pond,
a grasshopper asked the frog, sitting on a water lily,
What is love?
a near by swallow chirped in and said:
It is when you feel as though you can keep flying up and up so high in the sky and feel the sun rays on your soul.
Why?
why?
the pain rising
despair
feeling left, left alone
the anger...
There
leather covered, heavy, richly embroidered,
pergament, hand finely pressed, embossed, yin und yang,
near new, print still damp,
sketches of life,
passion, thoughts, emotions, strength...
In sight,
it comes,
optics, no difference,
perfect, functional,
this time different?
A Clone...
want to read, don’t want to read
want to speak, don’t want to speak
want to trust, don’t want to trust
want to believe, don’t want to believe...
“How do you feel?” She asked
“Okay” I said, smiling
“Is that all?” she retorted
wanting to be told something like
Korn im Wind der Gefühle
klein, unscheinbar
getragen von Zeit und Wesen
gerieben, ruhend, bedeckt, im höhen Flug
vom Staub umhüllt...
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