A breeze sweeps across the autumn wood
as the fog suits the trees in a veil
memories are circling in wide arcs
a gentle melancholy is surrounding my heart
Inside of time and space, inspiration is attacking me
Overwhelms me with ideas
But I'm not able to fix in my brain
Strange pictures grow in my imagination
they seem to fill the spaces left off by nature's law
fragments of words appear without connection
they're forming short sentences
each of them in clever detail, but in context absurd
like a painting by Dali falling to pieces
lying in front of my fallen to pieces
I'm groping after fragments trying to capture all
but once isolated most of their charm is fading
I must surrender and let myself fall
into the maelstrom to attain it's source
to the point from where all the energy stems
like a painting by Dali falling to pieces
lying in front of my fallen to pieces
Awaking I see you lying beside me
everything quiet - in peace
your arm reaching out in silence
a melody within my ears
attracts me - shows me the way
to some eternal kingdom of riddles
to which no solution exist
because they're changing the nearer one gets
They're forming short sentences...