The Island
The Island
I’d love to be an island:
Alone on my way through the universe
See nothing, think nothing, feel nothing…
I’d fly through the space
In a vacuum – in the dark…
No breath – no life…
No fainting, no anger
No desire, no despair
No guilt, no regret.
But also:
No love, no compassion,
No heart, no soul…
Empty, burnt out…
This is how I feel sometimes
In the night
Alone on my island…
From afar I see
The stars
They carry:
My thoughts, my feelings
My helplessness, my anger
My hope, my love
A far away light…
But everybody can see them
At night:
My yearning, my ache,
My asking, my entreaty…
Open, without shame…
Sometimes
I’d wish myself
On that island…
… with you.
© livDE 2004 - all rights reserved
German version - Deutsche Version: www.flickr.com/photos/8416695@N02/766554455/
The original background photo Bird of Paradise was kindly provided to me from Liska Rial Eman. Thank you so very much, Stephanie!!!
The Island
The Island
I’d love to be an island:
Alone on my way through the universe
See nothing, think nothing, feel nothing…
I’d fly through the space
In a vacuum – in the dark…
No breath – no life…
No fainting, no anger
No desire, no despair
No guilt, no regret.
But also:
No love, no compassion,
No heart, no soul…
Empty, burnt out…
This is how I feel sometimes
In the night
Alone on my island…
From afar I see
The stars
They carry:
My thoughts, my feelings
My helplessness, my anger
My hope, my love
A far away light…
But everybody can see them
At night:
My yearning, my ache,
My asking, my entreaty…
Open, without shame…
Sometimes
I’d wish myself
On that island…
… with you.
© livDE 2004 - all rights reserved
German version - Deutsche Version: www.flickr.com/photos/8416695@N02/766554455/
The original background photo Bird of Paradise was kindly provided to me from Liska Rial Eman. Thank you so very much, Stephanie!!!