A snow queen had kissed your heart
and made it frozen and numb,
so pitiless and so hard,
that even tears of your Mum
can’t move you now.
And all your dreams of Bubble land
are popped and gone without a trace.
Who waved this cruel magic band?
Falsehood is written on your face.
But tell me how
it happened that you could forget
the promises, our love, and cuddles,
how were you trapped into this net?
Tell me, what so much befuddles
your brittle mind
that you reject the thinnest thread
connecting you with me, who brought
you in this world and who breastfed,
who gave you all? Tell me, who taught
to be unkind?
You had to blend and to pretend.
To block your wounds where feelings bleed
you had to twist yourself, to bend
and all your father’s wishes read.
Is he my rival?
His charm’s not easy to withstand, -
you had to put me on the shelf.
My little, yes, I understand
that you’ve locked up inside yourself
for your survival.
But listen, listen, I have been
where you’re now firmly trapped.
You’ve even witnessed, yes, you’ve seen
how hopes and talents can be sapped,
a soul – to mould
so shapelessly into a shape
of a sarcophagus that so
one could adversities escape,
although the heart since then could grow
so stiff and cold.
My little wounded darling bird,
how can I rescue our past?
This world is brutal and absurd.
I look, astounded, aghast:
what’s done to you?
All I can do is just to keep
‘I love you’ message and a flower,
which from your heart’s adoring leap,
my loveliest and sweetest star,
for me you drew.
2.01.2012