Time is idle...

A bird in a cage of gold in a grey and sober room without light and without windows it's alone with the cold love of God.
The bird escapes and thrusts itself into the bush among the thorns that once have been a crown and dies in a beautiful song.

Time is slowing down we are staring at the wall.
Everything stays just the same and we can't see at all.
Staring at the wall…
Lovers fuse and separate before love brings them one death.
They wrap themselves in clay as the spring of their heart is losing its breath Is death the only love which truly eases?

It's where fear hides away, where time means no harm, where we are forever.

How do sun and moon find the courage to climb up to wander lost in orbit.

If only they were like lovers entwined.

I don't breathe a word.

I don't dream but wonder.