quietly alive

still bleeding,

afloat,

this clear lake

inside

in which i bathe

still breathing 
through this skin

where my soul

is caged

with arms crossed

still bleeding,

quietly alive,

walking beyond

all what i left behind

still moving

but with less luggage,

free to love,

walking across the desert

of you and me

with a flower in my mouth

and thistles

like a donkey

just trotting along

and stopping here

and there,

unruly and stubborn

as i came to life,

not in a hurry to die

and waiting

for the sound of your feet

dancing over the stones,

clapping and turning

on your way

with the ease of laughter

which follows me

into my long-eared dreams.

your voice near breaking,

you live in me

still stumbling

i am here

i am there

and i swim in my lake

where i shall take

you when you will

understand my language

as a child does

our path grows

under the stars,

we are going

home.