Feelings, transient, aimless
are fumbling over your face,
like little feathery clouds at play,
a storm of leaves in the light.
Who knows which wonders your heart
will pensively catch and hold today -
a smile glides skywards
and silently, the world begins to glow.
You are the moment
a castle of white sand
Your gaze holds nothing back,
marveling at the strange land
in your hand
You are the moment
a fleck of light in the forest
you make an always of today
suffusing me bit by bit -
an armful of bliss.
In front of you: a bright, vast room.
Barely touched by life
you drift in weightless dreams
through shivers never felt before.
One teardrop, a mild shimmer,
all the sorrows of our age,
pure joy, no limits
tiny shards of eternity.
Even in the star gleam, your face
is lit by placid pictures,
little dreams, many-colored waves,
a light is shining in the depth.
You are the moment
the foot in the warm sea
night turns soft and heavy,
the voices like music
from afar.
You are the moment
carefully, I close the door
Your smile glistens in me
and for one moment
I am truly here.
...in that one moment
truly here at last.
(15. 04. 2009 – For my daughter, aged 3 ½ months)