Scheidewege - The Lunar Phases
Seek for Dreams
What secrets are hidden, what do you want to tell me?
Mom’s roses and starry skies.
At the same time a balmy summer wind, I saw them. Mourning cloaks that lay on your skin. Just a short while and they were gone.
The bluebells, I listened to the carillon. It told me about what does not exist but still exists.
Oh, sisters of summer, how I want to learn from you.
In the flowers of summer she found you. Just as you felt in her cupped hand, life feels.
We created new paths, in laughter and play we took care of the seriousness. And I learned, together you are less alone.
Sometimes I could see you so clearly and distinctly, I understood who you were. But then you were hidden and I groped. I saw that every human being is a mystery, even you.
You said it would not be the same, you can not preserve the present. But this is what we need to do.