day in day out
tears crossing faces
words of sorrow
words of anger
words of love
all been spoken

and you’ll see : you weren’t alone at all

people miss you
telling good stories
telling bad stories

good+evil
light+dark
simple+complex

dialing numbers late at night
waiting restless for «pick up the phone»

my love, would you please
kiss our baby goodnight?

missing more than one
is harder than multiplied by numbers

missing : beeing witness of your first steps
or even first words : hard like hell!

when i see you both again i will be lucky
: heaven can wait!

no sweet words can be so sweet like
: my love and my baby

called it my country
in a letter of love
: years ago

return for grief
ain’t my land anymore
magic is gone

land of my father
land of my fathers father

birthland of one
new home for one other
after years of displacement

peace for both

completeing the wheel of life
baby – child – man – old man

and babychild : after loosing the past : again
w/ no past

fathers father wife : the perfect mate :
wife, friend, partner

until the end : strong and lovely helping hand
+more : the mind, the eyes, the ears, the mouth

and it’s summer in winter
24°C in the shade : warm wind and nite’s mild

when i walked through the city
heard the babylonic voices
saw the nations and nations
religious and atheists
smelled the scent of million kitchens
different : differences

but : magic : gone
away w/ the wind : poof!
flight back home to come

// 1st way — the romantic version

I met you and you met me — some days ago
«What a nice woman…»
and you and I were talking all night long
I gave you my number but didn’t get yours

So I waited for your call
and you wrote a love letter
(not really, but hey, this is the romantic version)
and we decided to have a date on sunday afternoon
and we talked again and again
just to be near to each other

Maybe this way it started
to be a romance — just in my mind
maybe there I started
to have a crush on you

I saw you in my mind by my side …
walking over clouds
soft and smooth
our hearts on fire

Mother, woman, girl
just the perfect bride
the one I dreamt of
the one I waited for

// 2nd way — the dark version

Deine kleinen großen Augen blicken mich an.
Es ist spät.

Wir sitzen – erst so kurz – seit Ewigkeiten hier.

Der Abend hat vor Stunden uns in sich aufgesogen.
Meine Hülle hat sich vor Minuten eine Zigarette angezündet
drückt sie aus
wie ein Insekt

Mein Geist ist von Deinen Augen in einen Bann gerissen.

Ein Bann
– kalt wie Eis
– heiß wie Feuer

Mein Mund will Worte für Dich formen.
Doch …

Ach, was ich zustande bringe ist nur ein leises Wort an Dich –                 
»Du …«

In meinem Kopf ensteht ein kleiner Traum – eine große Welt.

Deine Augen blicken mich an
Augen wie Sterne

Du wirst zur Königin der Nacht
beherrschst Welten der Träume
Welten der Phantasie

Meiner Phantasie.