Poem: A whisper, a lack
that a desire as a quiet melody,
dormant in the background. Disguised as a seducer
with the color red that bare my emotions.
It is a melody without lyrics that is so comprehensive. I try to listen to a rhythm, find a sign of understanding. The always veritable talk is quiet, and the circle is no longer running around. Somewhere there's a boat with a new trip at the door. It feels like lead in the shoes and as lighting at the same time.
It's in the dark waiting for the sunrise. Experiencing a pain until the sting is removed. A heart beats harder and at the same time I think, I only knew when this fuse is ignited again. A morning bathed in orange-red. Where death was, new life has been found.
A whisper, a lack. It is a certain fact that a desire has become ever greater and more empowered. A love that once arose and now plays in the background like a cat with a red ball of wool in the knot. A cat sneaking away in the night.
