Oh, how I wish
I could show you heaven,
With all its sweetness
And fanciful swarm
...
Do you remember
my poem about
my epic meeting
in the dawn of the days
...
What if I told you, that
the dawn of the day, is more
beautiful today than on any
day before this day
...
I'm the kind of girl
who had my sexual debut
before the Berlin Wall
was torn apart
...
In the depth of the night when
the wolves are out and
the dark is so dense that
the only way out is
...
In the backlight of my life
the only thing I miss, is
your heart's rythm close
to mine
...
I found you like I always do
right below the willow tree
Where your eyes keep
glowing
...
I am waiting for my sleep to know,
what daylight cannot say,
the only place where senses flow,
and wash my fears away
...
The blackbird is singing tonight
For you
Escorting you gently to the land of
...
The way I write is like this: A sentence pop up in my head, and I write it down Then the rest of the poem comes step by step, and I write it down as the lines grow. I never sit down afterwards and 'clean' it up to make it rhyme, or alter the words. And of course the final poem, always mirrors parts of my own life, and parts of my own experiences)
How I Wish
Oh, how I wish
I could show you heaven,
With all its sweetness
And fanciful swarm
Of lust and love
Of anger and need,
I'd show you all
If I could, indeed
Come let me take you
To the heaven I know,
The lucid place
Where feelings flow
Like the sweetest river,
Where you need no flare,
Cause, Baby, I promise
I'll be meeting you there