When You Show Up

You show up

it unfreezes the sun

seagulls unwrap wings on the ocean bank.

Fragrance thickens on the grassland.

I wait for you on silver sand.


You show up

the moon permeates in my eyes

the way innocence softens the face of a child.

My desire and my lust bite into my bones.

I dare to be a wayfarer again out of my cocoon.


You show up

cloud and rain as one fall over the terrain.

it is all open horizon

there it rains dense, my sole existence is soaked.

My future, my worries; I care not to behold.


The world is growing old

it's banal, it's dreamless everywhere.

Who cares?

I want to wink at death, sorrows and pain

and feel young with you yet again.




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