Katja B Poem by Pierre Rausch

You asked a certificate
Just one the man shall create
Why you go you will say
Said something wrong on the day

I suffer a drift in direction
It's time for a shift
For a turn in direction
Hold me in these arms

Standing on the hill at night
Holding your hand, if that is right
You sweet, yet enclosed
Where to confess problems with the dose
Let us share one or two
Steal your heart into
A thing, at least two
There are here some standing who

Hold me in these arms, and I will free
Katja B