Somewhere on our way to
the space of uncertainness,
half-sleeping, half-talking
to each other.
Passing unknown villages,
staring at the tired stations
that have been thrown out of
dream too early.
Recognizing a shimmering
menace in the grey skies
with the slight hope for
the blue times.
Can it be possible at all or
is it just another wish
that can come true until
it makes sense?
Holding her hand in my hand,
embracing her shoulders,
kissing her lips with pleasure
and so forth.
Being aware of that I’m too
bitter for her sweet heart
but getting ready to let
her sweetness heal.
19.06.2003