Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room

Blue Monday

Found a way through

The city streets for a

Brief meeting with

My teacher and Guru

However

The man was not found

He had already died

.

Though he had been

There waiting for me

On the same spot

Exactly eleven years ago

Our meetings had

Therefore to take

Place in the spirit

More than as a

Conversation

.

Another little man

A boy had been born

In the meantime

With his very own

Passions and problem

Mirroring the old

Master but much

Wiser

Miracles 

I am waiting for a miracle 

That I know 

Will never happen 

I am still calm

Maybe I don’t 

Need miracles

Anymore