when the night came

You asked for freedom to use me in the dream…but I don’t want to hurry…
often, when I let the passion drag me….I end up losing interest on the journey
longing only for the shore.

But at night the dream run,
and washed out
washed me out
washed out everything that stood still
as soon as you passed through the threshold..

Yet, I do not want to tell you what kind of music we played
I’ll tell you only that…
everything started under the olive tree, continued by the fireplace
and am not sure if its over now…

We flew away
stars and peace
with such an ease

My dearest, my heart pumps for the following reunion…
I’ll collect again
breath and magic, the darkness and the light.
Let’s make this olive tree bloom and then
they might imagine what we can see!

20/1/09