To earth from the night.

If it should be revealed to be illusions, what kind of illusions where the lie I lived before.

Even if it was blindfoldedness that threw me on the futile flight,

I will never regret the tears, they redeem me truly.

If nothing of all that I was told were true, 

 then I would still feel the quantum lift towards the light from your hands.

If all were written with black intentions, then all transformed into true love

while the black letters burned marks in my skin.

If all I told were a child left behind, distraught, lonely screaming,

promise to see dignity in my lack of words and actions.

Do not forget my now exposed, before closely guarded secrets

and my sore inner that has been revealed for you without rules or laws, hindrance or walls.

If everything were nothing but a dream, then it despite it all carried me back to Mothers safe true bosom.

If the pictures I saw where nothing but the crawling desert thirst’s mirages,

then it despite of that as well brought in sooth unchallengeable truth

I was flying for pinioned wings, now I fly for my own

and I long to touch you there in the skies reaching for the suns true light and sense

the heavens black duvet. as the night whith all its stars.

 

Gaia. My Gaia.

Could we split up time in two and then hold each our parts in the hands and feel its pulsating silence it self,

for thereafter to hear the hearts that speak so dense

The song of honest intensity with no fear to stop our hearts’ heavy beats.

Sitting there under the sun’s cloak of gold and bread the time on new to give the earth as a gift of love.

Could we do that one day to come; I would dream all these thoughts for you to see.

And you would understand the essence of greatfulness.

Universal laws of thruth, and the distinctive codes that swaddle us as infants and cradle us in to the night

when we disappear in the distance darkness once again.

 

Gaia. My Gaia.

The name it self hurls me in to oblivion of all earthly evil that took place.

Do you carry my darkness in your heart, for you are the light in mine.

I reach for your volcanos. Your mountains and your oceans, for they are true for me.

Was it possible to call upon ownership over the entire earth, then I would call you for mine.

I would hold you tenderly in an embrace of love and proclaim you as mine.

My earth, all seas, forests and ponds, every animal and all the humans thereupon, even the stars, the moon itself would belong to me.

For I am the night that wrapped your pompous greenness and I am the light that gleams in the blue oceans they call you.

Now call me by my true name. Do it now, do it here.

Break up the riddles and the time that stands so still, for you are mine.

You really are, Gaia, you are mine.