My breath is quite intense and raw, I shout, I scream; Alèe!
This was not how it was supposed to go, my Dear Alèe!
Oh God, what dreadful, vile disaster!
My one and Only; Dearest Master!
Lying there with eyes all clear
but pale, these dark membranes
do no more reflect those thoughts
of wisdom once conveyed.
What now, what now, what now?! I scream: what more is now to come?
all of the things we fought for – in a blink of eye is gone!
Oh God, he’s lifeless, Dearest Master!
Our work is silenced – vile disaster!
All we worked for, all we did
for Earth, for our future worth
this was answers to us all
but now it lies in dirt.
Alèe! Alèe! My Dear Alèe! I shout, I scream, I cry:
How could they break their savior’s jar! I sob, I weep, I wry.
My Dearest Master! Dearest Soul Friend!
How could this day be our tragic end!
While humans dance for freedom
a broken heart remarks
they’ve only ruined for themselves!
They’ve killed their inner sparks!
My very first Elegy inspired by Walt Whitman’s
“O Captain! My Captain! “
All the things we do
to be remembered
– a strong longing for
being in someone`s heart
but all unnecessary.
We were already in someones heart
and we are always remembered
every day we live
and every day before we live
and every day we don`t live here.
We are all in someone`s mind,
and in someone`s heart.
The girl in the tree
reminded me of
how much we
love to climb trees
and how much
we are attracted
to sit in them.
And her singing
to her own self
of how much
I would like to
be that person
Mother held her son in arms,
the Greatest Gift of All
his love made her own consciousness
grow thousand meters tall.
Her love made him grow strong and safe
he learned to live from heart
and therefore he’d embrace them all:
life’s fresh and unknown starts.
His mother made him wonderful
a joy we all can share
I thank her every day
for all her love, and all her care
For love can spread and love can grow
and help us to unfold:
her love made him to love with heart
yes, this I surely know;
Now her son holds me in arms
and this – the way I know;
his mother, lovely – wonderful
– is greatest gift of all.
and will heal
Bowl of circle
filled with petals of flowers
and waters of memory.