Dear Daisy


your heart is like the sun
your tender arms
aren’t touched by the drops
or are these tears
maybe my own
suffering together
with all what suffers
and is wounded
blessed are those
who still can cry
how strong are those
who can show their true faces
risk to be beaten again
in their vulnerable openness
which is not weakness
but beauty strength and love

a misunderstanding


because we are ashamed
you were crucified
by your humanity
we reach for the last mean
the death we bring to you
means ourselves
because we are blind and bitter
we see but don’t understand
your love and freedom
we do to you
what we want for ourselves
facing the one human