“Where doth your mind wonder?
Does your heart float with as careless a weight as your mind does?
You bird, your feathers change with the light;
Blue, grey, black, turquoise.
Your colors change with the time.
Seconds turn to hours in the cold hours of the early morning.
Candles in lanterns flicker,
Just as stars dance in the clouded sky outside,
Covering themselves like your salt glazed eyes.
Wet pillow cases,
Yellow threaded blankets,
These are your things of the early morning hours.
Where has your heart flown to – oh bird that I knew?
And with which planet has your mind started spinning around the Milky Way?
Will we ever see another day’s dawn together?
Or have our paths turned down different valleys;
Always to share the same mountain,
But never a single road?
Oh bird that I know,
Your coos and early morning song are missed in my ears,
Dear feathered friend,
Your branch has broken,
And your wings tired of flying.
Come back to my nest,
And sing with me. ”
– Me
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