Through the window without sorrow
The last sunbeams in the mirror.
And I see the day again,
Let it fall into my brain,
Let it sink into my soul.
The flowing time - I can’t hold.

Now, since so much time is left
The day’s rest I think about my destiny,
Think about the warm sunbeams,
Filling full my heart with steam
Of expecting longing for adventure
At slowly dusk feelings like pleasure.

What should I do now? Where should I go?
The fall from tower - time without hours
To make me get up, to go on new tour.
What I know now: it’s my pleasure, it’s my future.
Hope pours into me, takes away all the tortures
Just to know now: it’s our future.

15/Jan/2007, 00:29 Uhr , Aim of Gloom, Gedichte, Gedichte 1995-1997 ,