Meadows

The late evening

Were filled Sounds

Vibrations from another

Century another lifetime

People, friends long gone

Talking laughing and screaming

The mist made them invisible

Indivisible from the trees in the forest

Maybe it all happened inside

The dreams of past summers

Still I meet them there every midsummer night

Run Rerun Return Repeat

The mind runs around

In circles

While the body still sleeps

Visiting the same places

Again and agin in the

Dream

Life was hard on me

Creating wounds

That will not heal

In a lifetime

Still every day

We, me and my body

Get up, go to work

Fight the fights of the day

And return home

In order to rerun

The show in perpetual pattern

That is what life is a show

But no one is watching

No one really cares

We are just machinery

And decoration sometimes

Only at night do we

Leave on vacation

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

Blue Hope

Dreams of a city

Clear black smoke

Coming out of a window

Lost souls finding redemption

I did fight the fire for a while

Until I realised that the meaning

Were not there anymore

The soul had left the body so

I left to

Finding peace in the country

Breaking Glass

Growing slowly

Buds that are opening

Themselves,

Flowers and leaves

Hope and fainting

Memories of lost summers

The sun changes everything

And nothing

Every year is a new revival

A new destruction

Relentlessly and without mercy

At noon

Deep Waters

Crossing the bridge

Going underground

Finding that the old ways does not

Work anymore

Most things are lost

Others are found

In between the future and the past

Both fading away in the clouds

The structure that kept things

In place is fading away

I just have hope, without any reason