A New Morning

bench-3051097_1920

more than ever
your vulnerability
freaks me out
your deep wisdom
I can’t fathom
I feel you more than ever
your strength to dare
to become yourself
deep inside we know
we are free in ourselves
I know I can’t hold you
I don’t try it
but no other city can give you
a home
like no other person can do
love grows only in freedom

I would like to tell you so much
about my love to you
but I don’t want to spoil it
indeed the more open you become
the more you are a mystery to me
and now I have to wait
I don’t know for what
maybe for a new morning
and another one
for other months and new opportunities
longing to forget you
that someone else finds my heart
that I can live again

among people

old-lady-845225_1920

I sat long on hard rock
lonely I came back
to you people
I have seen deeply
and I have fallen deeply
and look
I saw men
who gloated over power
and didn’t think about their ending
they played careless with trumpery
they didn’t see what is standing
behind everything
and has value
I look for women
they had less time than men
they were tougher
and err back and forth
for themselves
but they had lost themselves
I ate something in a snack-bar
and asked an old woman
to look after my meal
because I had to left for a moment
her look was friendly
she nodded to me and opened her
toothless mouth
her benignant eyes were broken
and knew life
she gave me
what women and men
which I met before her
couldn’t give me
and she didn’t know it