Klara’s Universe

Painted as an assignment to create something of our own during the intensive youth empowerement yoga course 

22May2007

Slowly, the day passes away

Without a glimpse of its passing.

It stays inside, stretching beyond

And words have failed my name.

Do water-lilies still bloom on the Gange river?

23May2007

My day is caught at both its ends

And a flying through time spider

Unleashes charms of frail endurance

Towards the one and only moon

That ever shun on mankind.

Do you still see it too?

24May2007

Do you still listen to the lost songs

That once filled the summer air with tears?

Stop them from shading my wounds

And let yourself be drowned in nothingness.

Is there a place for me without you, for you without me?

25May2007

Giggling on the threshold

The raindrops are looking

For the hidden smells of early summer.

My heart stopped beating.

But it wasn’t you…

26May2007

No matter how many suns have set upon

The once all-mighty kingdom of lost dreams,

The morning wind awakes the songs

That dwell inside my heart for you.

If suns were to set forever and never rise,

Will it still be your hand guiding me

Through time?

And if all shaddows of our dreams

Should scatter death among us

And if the trees, the lights, the seas

Should still forget the wonder

That promises are kept

That life is still to wait

Then, tell me then, will there still be

A rainbow over the frozen sky?

I dream of ice, I dram of fear

Am I to be forgotten?

 For there’s no angel in the sky

And lonely tears do falter.

Do I exchange my own oblivion

For all the miracles alive,

Or do I rather sell my conscience

To those who never know to guide?

While  alcohol dissolves my hopes

And makes its way to folly,

I am nevertheless unchanged

And changes all around me.

Do not bestow your selfish gaze

If pride, of lust, of disappointment

Over the blood you had me shed

Behind my eyes, behind my reason!