I am crying

here

being so grateful

for the me that I was

for the parts I had lost

— forgotten memories —

All the pain I went through

All the love that has gone    

All the people I met              

turn the reality away

What is it that it was?

What is it that it is?

Today I stand strong

with washed memories on my face

the present melting into the past

(just for a little while)          

And I've come to nurture my teen self

for all the self-doubt that follows my way;

this is to being that friendly giant

a true shadow of what was to come
for that eager vision cast upon the distance
hereby I answer this calling onto myself:

I love me,

I love you,

never lose your way.

The colours of the eyes
melt the sky
into different shades of

black, dark, blue

white, pale, sky

What are you pupils, John Doe?

Are they like the sun?

a mellow yellow

Are they like a deep sea?

darker and darker blue

The colours in the eyes

shine in all its spectrum

the lines become furry

the colours run wild

oh, you, my pastel baby

stay right there

so I can make a paint of you

I like your mind

its long

like a dachhund

(poor babies bred into sadness)

not like one of those broad thoughts

were you can see the end

but not where you go.

drunken nights

are not for petite ears

like my thoughts on Syria

or Hong Kong.

So many conflicts

when will it stop?

fed by greedy hands

- even a pacifist will want to stop

but this is not the role we play

watching from afar, 

                     into the haze

'Uh! Christmas is coming!'

'so many deadlines to do!'

but what happens

with the lives of those

at the end of the rope

they cannot hold no more

we

are

pushing

them

over

the

board

.

C'mon baby

lie here with me

the sea won't attack you

as long as you're in my dreams

I'll take care of you

,darling, 

with all the length of my mind

and when we reach the cataracts

I'll make a draft with my sheets

We'll go on flying:

                           over the forest of thought

                            through the sea of clouds

Where will we arrive?

When will we go?

Only we know.

it builds up

like carbon

inside the earth

and you feel the

volcano of emotions

in your chest

reach the edge

of your skin

and with an awareness

of such heat

which burned like

sulphur against the soul

(now

             lifts

                      like

                              light)

This, this eruption of life,

all its fire and feathers

float down to
the hands that we greet

and the faces we meet

the sudden un-corruption

of the self

transformed in a 

beam of life

sparks through the

ceilings of the head

and dizziness fills

the room of the brain

(could as well be happiness)

Find yourself dancing

to the tunes

                    of the love

                  of the life

from a surprised volcano.

-Gabriella Haus Zimmer & Harry Parks