worlds of wonders wait to be discovered
caught in spider’s webs of memory threads
they die thousand deaths.
secret of loneliness.
a nameless sattelite orbits my life
again and again.
no face, just colour.
we are talking with each other.
but our words are full of silence.
buried in the tombs of time
lies our last hope for redemption;
future past present -
all becomes one, only if
we believe in our dreams.
© Benedikt Amrhein, 2008 – 12