MY BLUE RAIN Let my blue rain to hold your green of life And save it from the cruel summer heat We need so much, my love, to be alive More than the dying body needs its blood.
We keep so deep in our hearts the crave, That crave of love awaiting for its gleaming In our Elysian dream like a soul in a grave That colored dream engrossed by its deep meaning.
The light of our eyes is shadowed by the gray Those clouds of suffering, clouds of awakening Our souls need to rejoice while we need to pray And our blissfulness is only love uplifting.
Our springs and winters are crowned and entwined White snow gives all the glow to the exploding green While green inside the glow of white is hidden And life is pronged up by spring breeze like a queen.
A curve of silence as deep as a cascade of screams, Effervescent as globs of foams filling the unwanted void, Surrounds the green of nature, the rainbow sparkly gleams Can these divine riches of nature be destroyed? POEM FOR THORSTEN I see you crying And looking through your transparent face mask Reconceptualizing your mimicry As a spatial captation.
The red liquid still trickles down.
The solid foam packing The cup spills out the wine Into a heart shape.
I want to turn back the time And go back again.
We need our infinite, And want, once again, to dissolve in it.
Around, at the other tables, People are just seemingly not thinking As they are reflected in the broken mirrors.
On the walls, They appear increasingly complacent...
I bring the cup up to my lips and I inhale The wine.
It is very cool.
This liquid seems to make the cup To be very hot.
I continue inhaling until The cup is emptied.
The yellowish liquid Scrapes my esophagus.
I drink from the empty cup The visible truth, Our still untold truth.
I want to lift the spirit And dance Our last dance In the chaotic rhythm of the last seconds.
Yes, I want you to hug me.
But the bar is full of hot human mouths, When the windows steam up, And anarchic noises Instantly freeze my wish.
Red steamed water is dripping down your mask.
Yes, I know, they are not tears...
We stand up straight for once And go.
We break the output Definitively Speechless..
Words like 'Could not be spoken' Or 'would not get them utter' Or' would be exhausted' Separate our dreams.
I was heading in an opposite direction To my side of life And I do not look back And I do not wonder if you watch me go And I just know that I will love you The rest of my life When life no longer makes sense...