I call your white salvation
in a quiet silence,
in endless beautiful villages,
with a lace of cheeky tenderness.
I call you a merry event
of all unwanted love.
Tainted wisdom learned
from the mistakes - old and new.
And a paradise for my eyes, the poor.
And the feast for the spirit restless.
The worries in me, the most recent
to dry, I call, from the root.
I arrange my colorful puzzles,
in turquoise grass run.
But ... stars dangle outright,
when there is no one to love.
Goodbye and Kisses ...