the colors of a day

i can see the same colors
no matter where i sit..

it's funny
and it's weird
he said
how one light
out of all the lights
that we could have turned on
is now turned on
in the birds-eye view
of our lives

and now we look
upon the colors
from across
and they are rich
and they are
the colors of a day
melting beautifully
in the sky

the other half

tonight
i will find the courage
to see the other half

reach

for two ways
now I strive
my fingers to reach
wrap around and hold my toes..
..while I am sitting
and while I am standing

shining light

there is talk
of a shining light
i have been told
that it is quite a sight
have you an idea
of how one might
get to this place
of mysterious bright?

i need the ground

borderline
i pass the line
i run the street
i sleep the sun
i fall behind
i fall around
i figure out
i brush aside
i set aside
i hold it tight
i see the ground
i keep my ground
i know the words
breathe upside-down
i need the peace
i need the ground..

the ladder

four concrete walls
you can stand in each corner
and appreciate the angles
and the light
and the shadows
one might find it extraordinary
and be content

however
there is a ladder
not sure if one can reach the ladder
by themselves
the first step
sits quite high from the ground
not sure what’s there on the top
not even sure if everyone sees the ladder
but when you see it
it might be hard to stay satisfied
within the walls

who made this ceiling?

who made this ceiling?
were they forced to make it?
or did they enjoy making it?
how long did it take to finish it?
is it finished?
is this part of it or the whole thing?
why did they make it?
how did they create all those tiny carved details?
are the colors natural?
is it real wood?
were there specific tools used?
what is the use for this ceiling?
what is it really called?
is there another one like it?

i let time build

i let time build
it’s castle
i let the castle
stand in front of time
colors will fade
doors will crack
pieces will fall
from the castle

now time still passes
but it has become
the shining piece
on what remains
of the castle
in the dark

this is not it

just a few hours
and the world changes
she said
what people dress like
what people talk like
how they react
just the image of the world
you know
the possibilities..
and then he said
yes, and that's why
when you start thinking
that maybe this is it
you should remember
that this is not it..

fragile

from where i sit tonight
the angles are just right
the colors are unreal
the pieces have fallen
in mysterious places

"i have never
felt so fragile
in my life".

so much closer

as we walk home
i feel warm
holding your arm
and i know that
i see better
when i want
to see better

i see possibility
in the dark
holding your hand
i understand
that we have grown
so much closer

and the memory
of tonight
will shine a clearing light
on a dark path
on a dark night
that i will walk home
by myself.

new tints of the old shades

bringing back
parts of
the childhood me
and blending it
with our new family

pieces
here and there
reminding me of
how it used to be

like a past
that is happening again
now
the new colors
mixing with the old
and creating
a soothing
familiar
and fresh
feeling

new chapter

as the new chapter begins
we will learn to sing
with the birds
and rain
with them
on top of the cranes
everyday
meet..dance..sing
and fly away
leaving wild shapes in the sky..
"it's almost biblical".

sweet world of dreams

for the warmth
for the color
for the reality
for the escape
for the illusion

for the creation
for the music
for the string
that ties everything together

for the fate
that leads us back
to the lake
with the people
from the train

sweet world of dreams

for a memory
for a thought
for a name
for the realization

sweet world of dreams

walking inside
a fiction novel
blue and yellow buildings
for the memories
and the worries

sweet world of dreams

drift from the worldly

when the sun
begins to leave my room
my thoughts begin to
...drift
from the worldly
you can join me

when the candle
starts burning tears
no worries are welcome
from the earthly
you can join me

i greet each and every night
with a full glass
on an empty balcony
away from the worldly
you can join me

with what you can spare
of thoughts
or words
or wonders
or notes
aside from the worldly
you can join me

a brand new coloring book

don't tell me
that the sky
is the same color
everywhere
i know there's more colors
i know there is more
than i can see
i know there is more
than i can say
more than i can experience
and more than i can know
i know there's more
i see more colors
on the side of the streets
i see more colors
in my coloring book
i know there's more
so i will mix more
and i will let the colors
runintoeachother
and i will even buy
a brand new coloring book..

daydreaming

daydreaming..

on a boat
on a river
that runs through old streets
with old colorful doors
flowers hanging from the windows
the sun burning our cheeks..

on a train
by the window
through green grass
and green fields
as far as
the eye can see
small cottages
with sheep and goat and cows
and deers
around us..

on bikes
on a curvy thin dirt road
towards the top of a green hill
full glasses
cheese
and bread..

daydreaming..

no specific land

belong
to no specific land..
feel at home
in a new corner
you could have been born
in another time
in another place
in another family
or no family
remember..
we created the lines
we defined the borders
we all cling to what we think is ours
and we fight and we kill and we destroy
over what we think is ours

no keys
no walls
no passports
no borders
no suitcases
no visas
no registration confirmations
no certificates
no signatures
no oaths
no flags

belong
to the journey
that will take you
on top of the roofs
and on top of the mountains
and you will see
that we all speak the same
and we all feel the same
and live the same
and die the same..
if only we belonged
to no specific family
or last name
or neighborhood
or group
if only we belonged
to no specific land..

inspiration

i see pieces
that when brought together
will make a new..

i see orange cranes
moving away and towards me

i see a long empty balcony
bathing in sunlight

i see a corner
empty..
with a light
with a light and a rug
with a light and a rug and a small black table
with a light and a rug and a small black table and yellow and red pillows
with a light and a rug and a small black table and yellow and red pillows and speakers..

i see space
i see change
i see construction
i see inspiration

at your own pace

at your own pace..
build your new space
one step at a time
walk close to the line
and maybe around
and maybe above
above your own ground
one step at a time
one smile at a rhyme
drop way out of line
grow in your own space
there will be no race
at your own pace..