The Boy and The Bird

I’m sorry,
I’m soaring
Higher and higher;
The liar,
I said I would stay;
/
I am flying
Through clouds, and
The world is
As white as I,
And like me, it’s abandoned
And deaf
/
Don’t call my name
You don’t know it;
I dreamed not the dreams,
That you believed I did;
There was not in me
A human heart to give
/
I was a song, which failed
To find a voice,
A poem,
Sounding more like prose,
An eagle
Without the gift of seeing
/
I’d hidden my wings,
Two broken things,
Away from you,
Away from me;
Naively,
I’d thought I could stay;
/
But when I felt the sun,
Again tasted the wind,
I remembered, what
It meant to have wings,
And forgot
I had promised to stay;
/
I am sorry,
I’m soaring
Higher and higher,
On two broken wings,
Strung together
By light
/
The higher I rise,
The longer I’ll fall for;
Go home,
Don’t stand waiting for me –
The one, who traded you
For a moment of freedom

I Remember

I recall the scent of autumn in the sky…
I remember how the wind sang of hope…
Rocks, changing their shapes in the sun…
Mountain springs, equally present and gone…
I remember how it felt
To survive;
/
On that day I was light, water and wind,
Speaking their language — body and mind,
Crying shamelessly and wildly when I
Heard them whisper: “you are not a mistake”;
I remember how it felt
To be alive;
/
I remember reaching the Earth’s
Very burning heart with my fingertips;
My eyes being one with the sun,
I could see without attachment;
I remember
Being loved
/
That day was pure joy
Beyond good and evil –
That one day
Could fill a whole life with meaning;
The day that I stepping over
Oblivion
/
And awakened
From a crumbling dream

Chomolungma

 

 

 

 

 

 

Among the timeless lands of ice

You rise –

I kneel before you

/

I’ve walked so far already but there seems

To be no end

To trails that brought me here

/

Does any lead to you?

/

Among the countless rolling rocks

You stand,

Unmoved and moving

/

Away from me who cannot help

But reach,

And reach for you

/

Mother of all my dreams