I built my own prison. Locked myself in and lost the key. Full of darkness and fear I am plagued by my own shadow. One day I look out of the small window in my cell, what I saw was beautiful. The moon lit me up. He devoured the darkness in my cell. A short moment that let me breathe again. As I continued to look at him I saw his wounds and scars. They were so deep, they hurt me themselves. I also suddenly became very sad. When I almost started to cry, the moon touched me. He said, "It's okey, we're not all perfect." No one has ever touched me like this before. So I started crying. Not because I was sad but because I was happy not to have been alone.
Tage eilen in grauen Kleidern
an mir vorbei, doch ich
glaube zu schweben, eingehüllt
in einem Mantel aus Licht.
Ich habe noch viel vor
und halte die Uhren an,
doch das Leben läuft [ ... ]
Strahlend wärmt der Sonnenschein nach dürstend, finsterer Zeit.
Licht und Wärme streichelt alle Sinne, die wir haben.
Ein Märchen scheint erwacht zu sein, in einem bunten Kleid.
Des Lebens [ ... ]
Gevatter Tod, -unsichtbarer Geselle,
verbreitest bisweilen Angst und Schrecken,
stehst von Anbeginn schon vor der Tür,
gehst neben mir, trittst an des Lebens Stelle.