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Updated 16th June 2000

Final Betrayal

It was more than half a nightmare
to see you and she
standing and kissing there
My thoughts were tumbling down
it was almost like an avalanche
on a small town
Survival didn't seem to be at hand
Heartbreak, breath and life
seemed to have an end
After our final reunion,
this couldn't be at all
Standing on the edge of a mountain
- a bottomless fall
But there came a voice
and a strength up in my head
I choose laughing, being cool instead
A realization glew up in my mind
- a final cut
If this isn't worth tears
- the door must be shut
And surprisingly enough
it shut without a heartbreak



A BURNING FLAME
written Feb. 96

What are we searching for in this life ?
Is it this short flash
- like a lightning- called love?
We'll never learn
that a lightning puts on fire.
Do we ever realize:
A fire will leave nothing but ashes.
It is consuming, it destroys things.
Never was there anything build on fire.
Except hell maybe. So I' ll keep asking:
what are we searching for in this life?
Well there is a story
about a phoenix out of the ashes,
that flies direct to the sky.
May be we need to burn,
maybe the flame within us
makes us want to love.
We are less than perfect
in a less than perfect world.
Sometimes it seems we forget,
that too soon and too often.
In the middle of a fire
which is burning and hurting us,
we will still say: I love you.
Could be, we promised us whatsoever.
Could be, we spend
so many nights together.
Could be, we never wanted
to leave each other.
Could be so many things,
but when the wood is spend,
the warming flame burns down
and leaves ashes.
We feed the fire with unspoken wishes,
desires, dreams and promises.
But fire is not eternal.
So isn't love, some wise men
and women once realized
after getting burned.
I would prefer
a cool lake of understanding.
A refreshing waterfall
of joy and tenderness.
A river were you can rest and feel save.
But the flame within us let's us never rest,
always are we searching,
always hoping to find - what ?

Where I'd wish to be

I'm dreaming of a lake,
so pure, so clean, so cool
In its waters I feel safe.
There soft arms hug me.
There my burning flame is put down.
In its waters I can swim
or just behold the beauty
of the rising moon.
The cool, soft waters will kiss my lips
without the hurting flame of passion.
And finally - after a while
- I'll become one with the lake,
one with the waters always flowing.

TO MY UNKNOWN
CELTIC LOVER

The harp was softly playing
our favorite melody
There was a pound, a flowing stream
were thou ordered thy hair,
so long, so brown
after our passionate meeting
The moon seemed fuller
than ever that night
I can't recall it all in full
I can't remember our lovers night.

Addition:
Sometimes at full moon
I can almost see your face,
in sleepless nights you're there
- my new-old love.
A few old trees seem to reflect
thy grace and beauty.



BEING BLUE

Sure I drink a little too much
and laugh a little too loud.
When I go out, I practise my smile.

Sure I smoke a little too much
and speak a little too fast.
When I go out and practise my smile,
people say I'm acting funny.

Small wonder when I'm blue.

WORDS WITH
NO MEANING

All thy words and all thy promises,
they fell to ashes
after burning brighter
than the brightest star.
They shone too short,
their power was used up
before fulfillment.
All thy words and all thy promises,
led on a road
to nowhere after all.



The Ancient Path


To walk the ancient path again
To behold thy beauty once more
- every day
Is a pleasure beyond mere believe
It is an everlasting enlightenment
It is a spring of never ending
marvel and happiness
I thank thee for this life
Thou truly were with me
 from the beginning.