Through my thoughts,
floating... away from everyone,
where no one can disturb,
lives my soul that God will guard.
That which makes me myself,
forever loved in my heart.

death by the color
Mine was here to,
you knew how careful
i loved you
In the morning spread
my cheeks white-red
And i laughed
at the end,
where i stand

A voice telling me to hold it tight,
In a sound of words that split the night.
Emotions rise, part of the scar,
An image... like a falling star.
Even when no one comes, I know,
It will be like Mum's.

Low beneath the weeping willow stand
Stars and a full moon grand
On the ground of the earth’s land

I walk through the silence as the trees gently sigh, a basket of bread and wine held high.

They see only a girl in a crimson hood, but I carry the weight they never understood. I feel though I’m told to be quiet, unseen, to follow the path and not dare to dream.

Yet the wolf in the dark sees more than my face — he senses the storm I no longer erase.

Guess who I am: the spark and the flame, a shadow of light they cannot name. Red like a rose, small yet I burn — a soul that was cast out, now daring return.

I am thorned like truth, in silence I shine, the child they forgot, now crossing the line. Not just a girl with a hood and a tale, but the voice of the wind, the blood in the grail.

The bread and the wine were never just food — they’re the signs of the sacred, misunderstood. I walk with the lamb and I dance with the flame, I’m the dream they denied, now whispering name.

A rose in the forest, alone yet divine… I eat of the bread. I drink of the wine.

Always in all ways,
and yet, past Noontime,
the end begins again.
Nothing feels the same
as a fairy
and I dream what I am.
The Moon is not alone;
one star, more than two,
beyond the Ocean of the sea,
one, two, three, stars that I see.

I give my voice to God,
I'm dead. And yet…
I live again,
I stand before you.
Don't you see me?
In the light of the moon.
I sit and speak out,
it feels so different.
As I rock back and forth,
I stand and speak wisely
but make no sound.

Falling star, from life, out of death,
falling stars, from life, an origin past,
a star falls, from life, from its own today,
falls a star, from life, from the old far away.

To be honest is to be alive,
We see the morning in the stars in the sky.
At the end… life drifts further from me,
Where could I be?
I’m standing still at the edge of the sea,
And I leave the Earth… a key.

When we lay down beneath the tree,
Above the green grass, wild and free.
A thousand zeroes spin in the air,
And all I could feel…
was the weight of despair.
I can be sorry — and I am,
Falling toward you, like time through sand.

Lies fall to me — so stay with me.
Can’t you see?
That our death… is meant to be.
Not an ending, not goodbye,
But a truth that waits beyond the sky.

Oooh… Phew!

One and 1 are indeed different
from each other, right?

One is a word, and the other is a number.

Yet, when I am not visible, no one sees that I exist separately.

Is oneness found in the One or the other
in the being that belongs to him of her,
who is a he of you and me,
and is a yours within the mine?

I am here to be,
her shadow,
hidden, in a widow.
Her dark in death,
mysterious,
fallen into star.
A pastlife scar,
you,
my beautiful wife,
thats who you are.

God is a He in the Her of His own,
in the Hers of all that is —
a Being that is Yours within Me.