Zu oft schrieb ich schon über die Nacht
wie wunderschön sie ist
wie sehr man sie manchmal vermisst
So geborgen fühlt man sich in der Einsamkeit
wo Sternbilder die Zeit vergessen lassen
bis wir unbemerkt den Sonnenaufgang verpassen
Hab mich seit meiner Reise nicht mehr in die Nacht getraut
nicht mal die Sterne angeschaut
denn ich hab mich dir der Nacht vertraut
As I’m waiting for my train to depart
music takes over my heart
it’s so loud in here
but still, leaving is my greatest fear
I’m now returning home
no longer waiting to be alone
losing my eyes on the window,
I’m crying in my heaart,
I can’t wait until now
When I hear her voice
I get reminded again
of this gentle touch
in early autumn rains
When I read her words
I get reminded again
of this heartless discussion
ended on this bridge, ended in our hearts
but when I see her eyes
I get reminded
that she’s not here in my arms
that I miss her again
I really hate saying goodbye
don’t want the moment to die
just found a spot of comfort
this place remembered as my favourite
The thought of letting go
as the hold became the strongest
hurts deep on the surface below
hoping everyday for time to take rest
Hilf mir bitte, umarm mich bitte
tu dir meine Gefühle nicht an
Ich muss mich erstmal selber verstehen
würd am Liebsten von Allem fortgehen
Finden keinen Halt im Fall
bis ich dann am Boden abprall
Ich dachte Fallen wäre dein größter Wunsch
Ich dachte im Fallen käm ich zur Vernunft
does this enter eternity? It will outlive every smile, every tear. It’s hard to capture the emotion, so distant from words. A picture, too specific, couldn’t be taken to be realistic still. Are those memories meant to remind me silently of any cold morning, meeting at the river, jumping from so far high, until I kissed her under burning sky. Could any words create this poetry, anyinstruments play this melody? only those two people will have this memory. Although every heartbeat towed the breath deeper into our lungs, we didn’t collapse. this distant star we saw wasn’t meant to die. On it’s last day the orchestra refused to play its surrendered song. I could not longer wait for the supernova, this look into your eyes, until the sun exploded aand our bodies were defeated by our mins. Because we know there will be more time we lay heads on shoulders, waste moments staring into those eyes, lose kisses on the lips in the great eclipse.
Not thinking.
Still breathing.
Still feeling.
Longing through this deep sensation
hoping for this breeze to stay
back home, the far destination
keeps this moment so stray
to write about every second
while we’re living in the same moment
takes only one word
until her smile gets my thoughts blurred
As soon as the fog createes this blur
I think I’m in love, I think I’m with her
I promise, we’ll see each other again
we will kiss in the rain
because I’m too tired to rhyme now.
With all this time I spent alone, my head wad my greatest companion. The fog on the mountain teaaached me to understand what it means to live in the moment. Not being able to lose yourself in the great view of astonishing summits, but to enjoy the little circle of sight around in all of its beauty and uniqueness. To inhale the cold air, feel the rain dancing on your face. Every step taken creates a different picture which was never seen before. The fog concentrates the feelings, focred to face the complexity of a smiles‘ background music, creating the blur of time, of destination. Reaching the tunnel of pure self reflection, loving this war between numb- and happiness, watching it excitedly, not knowing the outcome. Still too complex to narrow it into words. The fog created all of these unspoken worde while remaining so unenjoyed aand calm.
Like my thoughts, I’m missing the words to write a poem, wo I wrote this letter.
I’ve learned this about myself
I think, that I think too much
Rending my mind into endless gutter
to let my feelings stutter
Not to enjoy the moment
this emotion within
but overthinking everything
to give this beauty an end
Let myself fall
let out my emotions, yes all
to outlive every second, to breathe
because I feel that I don’t want her to leave
Diese Poesie
Gefühle hat sie nie
keine komplizierten Reime
bringen mich dazu, dass ich weine
Der Überfluss an Ideen
lässt meine Kreativität verschwinden
doch ich will mich auch nicht zu sehr binden
und lasse im Kopf die zeit vergehn‘
tu dir keine zwangsreime an!
Keine Sorge, ich denke niemals dran
Die richtigen Worte zu wählen
bis zuletzt die Wahl der Sprache wird mich quälen
I’m writing this poem
because I promised to do so
my dear
Only moments apart
our thoughts connect
when the night breaks in we’re both watching the same star
keeping on missing the little things
those endless hugs, the most
just laying down watching stars race by
until we lose ourselves under the morning sky
just want
to see
her
again
From all these Post-Rock melodies
all of these memories
those countless silent messages
won’t let out a tear
into this beatiful dying mess
Inmitten dieses Nebels
dort ist man ganz alleine
umgeben von so großer Stille
so sanft wie diese Hände, deine
Sobald die letzte Wolken aufbrechen
und letzte Nachricht wird zum Versprechen
mit Vorsicht betritt man jenen einsamen Pfad
an sie denken, was man trotzdem ständig tat
Wie die Sonne uns lächeln lässt
und der Wind über deine sanften Lippen streift
ich deine weiche Haut berühr
und ein tiefer Atemzug uns ergreift
Liegend in einer Wieser Tanzend im Sturm
hab ich diese Gefühle, diese
als wär die ganze Welt für uns stumm
Halte dich fest, schau in deine Augen
so zärtlich wie die Stille
umarme ich und küsse dich
denn dort find‘ und verlier‘ ich mich