["He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence." - W. Blake, Proverbs of Hell.]



Have a heart.



In love and in fear

we blindly surrender.

Under divine demands,

above everyday events.



A warm feeling

trespassing in my soul,

remote like an illusion

it plays a vivid role.

Under divine demands,

above everyday events.



One of the things I don't dare to say,

I leave you to the silence of my language.



We dance to the sound of breaking hearts, it keeps on blasting.

Closely connected, cross my heart, the sound is lasting.



Questions I war with

are never replied.

Again I will trespass,

bare feet in broken glass.



The questions are never replied.