May 04, 2011


Thank God
I still have the echo of my voice
Allthough my breath is still in flame,
burning for the old nostalgia.

Thank God,
for being only close to the misery
only struggeling
with feelings of boredom
not yet dead of waiting
but only regretting.

Thank God,
I can still convince myself
That there is a meeting
after each farewell.


© 2011


  1. love the makeover on your place...

    i look forward to those meetings in the shadow of farewells...what a loaded couple lines...

  2. Lovely, I particularly like: 'Thank God I can still convict myself that there is a farewell after each meeting.' This is a profound statement.