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To a true angel
I was deep in the street to a precipice yesterday. I
could a tear fall creek of a despair for this one become not a sir. I was,
shown on another one born under a star. Shone by a sun which is foreign to
me wants home. And mine wants to be able give these questions an answer,
hearts unite place for the breathing. Wants to see that my wings still carry
me that your wings are still live in me. When we met the first time, how you
told me I fell just to a precipice dropped myself and waited for somebody
who catches me. To see perhaps also looked like the bottom of the precipice.
I saw only my extended hands that it was like a help cry in a gesture about
which I know now. Did nobody want to fall with me, catch me for nobody, then?
I then saw your hand between all the folded poor, the faces fending off, and
couldn't believe it. It perhaps didn't want to think either. It regarded as
a lie, an ambush. My doubts must have injured you. Around me I beat to meet
you and everyone these were aching and met mostly anyway at this. You have
waited, furthermore reached me and understood. Hurries stones reached me
made of to glass out of my petrified tears which I could crush at my silence,
haste seen behind the wall. I hurry silent, in times of the quiet your word
given in the times of the advice hurries, your ear given in the times in
which I fought for words hurries for me. I hurry into this entire let the
time between your wings held and me feel my heartbeat. My heart is strong if
I am strong haste shown me that I live and this. I am strong in you because
I am strong behind the horizon haste shown me that. Because our hands meet
behind the horizon and I have sung my song in the empire of the stars. I
hurry mirrors shown unite without lies and distorted pictures. Reads me
truth recognize one which I had lost. A little child felt left alone,
exposed to helpless, tasks it didn't feel equal to which crying, in a world
of the adults. If this child saw growing, getting human, saw the star shine
fading in its eyes. When I recognized this I asked you for the identity of
this child rottenly but you only thought: „you will see recognize it far to,
„ And, only too soon, I already recognized me in your dream mirror cried
bitter what I believed lost tears therefore. Where I had the faith in other
people lost the hope, where, where the trust into me? I didn't know it any
more. You thought it doesn't play a role either, when and where. I only must
the treasure which lay in me find again. Questions to the life make from my
dark eyes again stars from my thoughts again ideas from my doubts again. You
thought I would have wings but I couldn't this believe you. You told me of
which about the time in which I would have taken light to your life, would
have rushed at a night fearlessly there I didn't know whether they have an
end would become. I thought there "this is nothing". „you nothing the what
are or are something different one in comparison with ". You only laughed
and thought I must be born in the new moon. I must have left my star to fall
to the earth must have covered many ways through stony landscapes and be now
here early. Was here at this time someplace in the liberal case to the
precipice in your arms, carried by your wings. "Why are we further", did one
require to know voice in me although my heart seemed to know the answer
already? "You trap can and up comes anyway again so that you recognize that
this precipice is a part of you so that you see that what connects us, also
a part. Also you are an angel, possibly an angel the night like me?"! Of
course shaking the head I rejected this idea of me and this seemed traps to
me anyway in flying like a part of me. I asked "let me" off you "don't leave
me alone anyway". „You will and your star your eyes shone "and you will
always be safe in my dreams" never be alone again when you have been found
". “Is this also only a dream? Aren't you actual "? A bad presentiment
seized my heart. "A part of me lives in the reality like us it do everyone,
also you, and in this reality have lost you but this is a part of your truth
here you. Everything is real here. Truthful ". I looked around, and
recognized that this precipice was like me, an Abbild of my fear. I fell,
lost the hold ., knew in what still not believe ... any more at this moment
This but your wings carried me and I heard your voice in my heart -- " what
you on believe to you and this, what you are. This one is, the angel you
were same for me also for you ". I feel a tickling strangely in myself and
notice that I was in the room. It was dark around me but I felt light around
myself. I noticed that my heart skipped a beat. This noticed for me I wanted
to adhere to you. Not wanted that I got wings of my own and but to think not
wanted to have this proximity broken off. It got bright, gives a waking up
like from one to dream lots sleep in a reality, the shade is still part of
my life. You meets in the weekday then, looked that your wings are hidden
behind your mask, take you at their hand, show rovers and you my star
through the night again? Nobody has earned have an angel like you.
I know what hasn't become from you, I have lost you from the eyes when we
both opened each other show other light, explain to hope. But in mine you
beat hearts further and your words help me to sail around the precipice. Now
surely tears still flow from my eye angles and I quarrel with destiny, don't
understand the life and don't find any answers to my questions, too. Like
today. But I feel your embrace and hear your wing stroke. See your Star eye
sparkling and there always will whitely be a star on which I am at home. My
star. But your star also will always welcome me because with blood and tears
I wrote my name into its earth and into my heart into your heart. I hope you
fly -- anyway if you fall I will be with you.
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