Dear Daisy


your heart is like the sun
your tender arms
aren’t touched by the drops
or are this 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

Morning Dreams


let the world stop its rotation
for one breath or two
for one wink or three
my feet grounded
my mind is sitting on a cloud
I’ve chosen a little white one
look down
everything is so small
down on earth
my problems too
the skin of my face
is feeling fresh from the morning fog
the new week
my dreams give me hope
my feet grounded
reliable earth
trustworthy heaven