There are mountains.
There are sounds and emotions.
There are little clouds in motion.
The sun you drift in, is an ocean …
… of light.

One day you have risen from my horizon
Higher to the centre of my life.
Only a simple counterfeit
Told me the story of …
… love.

Now your star has sunk behind high mountains
Covered by upcomming clouds of doubt.
Red coloured dust
By you is left over - get out of brain …
… get out of trust.

14/Jan/2007, 23:45 Uhr , Aim of Gloom, Gedichte, Gedichte 1995-1997 ,