I know,
But nobody else
About the small giggling elves,
Playing and washing
The long closed windows of my soul,
About the soft baby-grass
Prickling on the long deserted,
Wasteland of my heart,
About the lilac translucent flowers
Opening their petals
On the long lifeless branches
Of my inner life tree,
Surrounding me
With the aroma of love.
I know,
But nobody else
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Naive and childish,
Isn't it - to think,
That I can find the bliss of rest
In your embrace -
A boat in a quiet windless cove?
But the light of love
Is carrying me away
Aloft into the vertical dimension,
And I am entering
The twirling stream of life
To see the naked sky -
The way it was created,
And sip the being
As a magic drink.
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