Everycolour Love

What colour can I use to write
Your name into my mind?
Some springtime shade, a very bright,
A very brilliant kind.

A kind of colour that will let
Your sunrise heal my sores,
So I will nevermore forget
Those vivid vibes of yours.

But how, my everycolour love,
Can anyone define
A colour that is strong enough
To show the way you shine?

Your rainbows settle in my skies,
My moring mist begins to rise,
The clouds exhale a new born sun
And all my bruises come undone...

18.o6.2oo4

thankie!

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Sunrise

Your eyes are like the surface of the sun:
I have to fix my glances to the floor.
You blind me, but you warm me even more –
So bright are you, my everburning one!

I dwell inside the fervour of your fire
And feed on what you send me through your rays.
Thank God – thank you for these enlightened days!
It is your steady strength that I admire.

How many springs has wintertime endured
Before you poured your sparks onto my skin
And melted all the icicles within

Until the cold and colourless was cured?
Today my woods are anycolour green –
They’re bathing in the beauty of your sheen.

18.o6.2oo4

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hoppla - doppelposting

merci!

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Fairytale [The Book]

Who has designed this perfect fairytale
And placed us in its enigmatic center?
Who dared to cross our paths? Who made us enter
This dream? Who makes us struggle, win or fail?

Who wrote this book? How will this story end?
Is it a misty myth or is it real?
Are we supposed to trust in what we feel?
Or does this made-up cosmos just pretend?

Are these invented worlds we stray within
Created to deceive my silly senses?
What is the price? What are the consequences?

How could this sort of fairytale begin?
Each way, the book will read in perfect rhyme
That I adored you once upon a time.


2o.o6.2oo4

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Gibt's noch mehr davon?

hm.. also, was diese «gluecklichen» liebesgedichte betrifft, schaut's duster aus, aber ich kann ja mal im nannerl-archiv rumwuehlen ;). leider hab' ich bis dato ueberwiegend deprimierendes material produziert, geniesse aber diese ungewoehnlich sonnige phase in vollen zuegen..

xxx

when you cry

your eyes look like two lucid swimmers
that follow every move of mine -
and each one of your glimpses shimmers,
and all your teardrops seem to shine.

they trickle down your cheek, caressing
your silky skin so tenderly;
when you are crying, it's a blessing -
you look so beautiful to me.