I almost loved you
and you almost loved me.
Butterfly wings, today, are our only kiss.
We watch each other silent
with eyes covered with frost.
I always had you all
and me
you always missed.

Today instead of tresses
we grow flowers ans gras.
Instead of tears,
rains melt us to slow decay
and only the wind whisper’s
are able to trespass
the shadow of the space
that calls and drives away.

The sea ambrasses us around, unaware
that our heart beat is it’s waves alone.
We would have hold each other
with all our despair,
but you are away a whisper,
my lover made of stone.

The sun is scalding us
with never ending light,
the tender caress that I longed from you.
Frozen in almost love,
eternal and so bright.
You are almost my forever
and I am almost, too.

We will be wasted somebody by the sea,
by frost, by wind,
both tired of unending almost distance.
We’ll melt our sand and earth
and almost twinned
a love without shores
we’ll bring into existence


Through the fresh eyes of a pure child

you should begin the world anew

and change your mind if it feels right

as often as you change the view.

To start the world anew again

with understanding deep and tender

to let the wings to soar above

and give the thoughts

the chance to blossom

and all of these to set you free

to see the world awesome



pochen im Herzkokon,
mit jedem Herzschlag,
die feine Herzseide
hängt in Fetzen wie ein zu lange getragenes Kleid
und feine Seidenfäden tanzen
nach dem Rhythmus des Windes
am offenen Herzfenster.