purify my soul,
i ask from me.
life purifies me,
love purges
and suffering
cleans
my inside out.
and all leaves
what is not needed
on the ground,
the riverbed
filled with stones
it is as if
i carry too many kinds
of marbles and rocks
and i don't know
did i pick them
or did they fall
into my bag?
i see myself
heavy, a liar,
mean and noisy,
howling at night,
crying with longing
but i know i am free
nobody is possessed
by another one:
i just want to be home
throw away my weight
and sing to you
when you take me
in your arms
hmm hmm hmmm
i will wash my face
and put the kettle on:
it is time for our coffee
my love,
the birds are up,
the sun is out,
hmm, hmm, hmmm
my god: i leave it,
it is a shit poem, but i like it,
somehow it is true this way
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