Lust for life

Lust for life

It is raining on my heart.
Dirty water in my soul,
The grey huge sky over my brain.

A cold, silent breeze hugs me.
I can hear remote words
Coming from far away.
This is not the rain falling down,
This is not the wind blowing through the branches
Of the tree on the hill…
This is a voice!

And I keep on feeling blue,
I keep on hearing the presence of sadness
In my whole being.

I could fly,
I could die.
I can’t see the line between hearth and sky.

The tree on the hill
Dancing slowly
And looking through me,
Is a lonely witness of my fight.

Rossana