I’m like time
in every single night
and every single day,
wore only so much of me,
just to see another day.
In your eyes
as the sun created
there the light threw
and shadows get killed.
It gave it all meaning,
twisted as it sometimes appeared.
You’re like a maze
corners and turns,
I can not yet see.
Specks gathering to spot, to blaze
that creates a star to my eyes.
So it finally makes sense,
I’m not like you at all
distorted is my gaze.
You have much more time,
I almost feel your thug on me.
The oxygen and the pain in my blood,
I remember the moisture in your mouth,
the taste of your tongue,
the best of all my dreams.
The power of your thoughts
removing distances between continents
and saturates the hungry cells of life
in you and in my body.
I can be like the deepest mystery
in your mind and your soul
in my darkness you always light up
an almost unseen turns on and off.
I’m lonely in my own way,
trying to step into your path
and I struggle with all my powers
to end up in your heart.
I’m nothing special,
nothing like you,
with nice and deep brown eyes,
hair shinning like the blackest gold in the sunrise,
I’m the fleeting shadow,
of the wonder as you show yourself.
I have love,
it’s a roar in my veins
and the sigh of meekness.
In the quiet dune of your years,
I have worked up this white glowing energy
turned on by you,
on an off like forever locked in loop.
In your pictures I can almost feel your touch
Yes, I get small shocks when I touch you
far into my soul,
increased by my own failed infatuation
and like this the torment of beauty,
made me like this.