When I draw you
Perhaps when I see you, I see me.
Naked legs running along life’s beach, long arms up in the sky.
Golden hair that other may not have noticed
covered with muddy sand and salted foam.
Perhaps when I hear you, I hear me.
Whispering and laughing while dancing close.
Sharing words that others may not have heard,
inspiring words of love and hope.
Perhaps when I come close to you, I recognize me.
Your eyes, wet and glowing, watching.
Others may not have seen how they touch my soul,
warm and peaceful.
Perhaps when I draw you, I draw myself,
my memories touching eternity.
In the end others will notice it.
You and I are one, love is everywhere.
When I cry
When you see me crying,
don’t forget that I cannot see the stars at night.
Raging storms blind my soul
and little drops of sadness cover the world.
Where am I?
When I raise my voice,
don’t forget that I cannot get used to violence and murder.
I long for you to share my warmth
and my heart reaches out to bring but love.
Where are you?
When I scream like hell,
remember your own insignificance
and the unforgettable terror in this world.
Where are we?
Can we see the truth of our immoral behaviour
our murders, our wars, our intolerance and violence?
Can you hear me when I cry?
Do you think that the paint knows
by which hand the brush is held?
If it is the hand of a man or a woman
with blue or brown eyes
long or short hair?
Do you think that the paint knows what it depicts?
If it are colourful flowers,
while the sun is shining
and the time stands still due to so much beauty.
Or if it is frightening and big and makes us shiver.
Does it matter?
Imagine the painter who dips his brush in the paint
and applies himself to the canvas.
Imagine how he forgets our way of thinking
and shows us what life’s all about.
I have been waiting for you
to land on me,
that we would never part.
My brush strokes the colour of your skin,
ochre and pink mingle.
With my heart I trace every line
Of our presence.
Since that first moment
we talk and touch
take and give,
swallowing every bit
of this togetherness.
Madder lake deep in the corners of your mouth
moist watching eyes beneath curling soft hair.
Heavenly blue is the colour of hope.
We mingle like paint
on the canvas of life.
The colours don’t faint
And bring nothing but us.
Shading dark, shining light
creating nothing but beauty
Of our coloured love.