When everybody want a piece of cake,
We usually want it left us alone
Not to speak but to discover a fake
That some people are not yet gone
Even when you know that his body
Does not exist as something we recognize.
He walks through your soul so lordly
And you do not know to think wise
But he is simply here by your side.
Maybe his whisper is in your lousy ears
And you smile, and you want to cry
But he somehow wears away your tears.
When everybody start to forget with silence,
We instantly need that silence for walk
Through the unseen landscapes with shyness
And we make love as two angels on the rock.
madmimirose 