To the Moon and Back

Tunes of another time

Of Love and Loss

Love of a night…

Lost in the daylight…

Tunes of another kind

Of Power and Greed

Power over self…

Greed to never stop…

Tunes of another life

Of a life forgotten

Life in a home…

Forgotten in the wild…

Tunes of another girl

Of a homeless world

Homeless by choice…

World of the wild…

Lost in the abyss

Of never knowing,

Kissed by the stars…

On the lips...

Found in the Garden of Eden,

Biting the apple…

From the snake’s mouth,

Kissed by the maker…

Lost in the web,

Of her making…

In love with…

Creatures of the Dark…

Found in the loss…

Found in every life…

Found in everything…

Lost when Found…

To every life at the same time…

To everything through nothing…

To every orgasm through every kiss…

To the Moon and back...

I Call it Magic

Sitting by a window pane,

Dreams about a life in dreams,

Rejecting time,

Broken between the real and the surreal.

I sit by the window still,

Looking at it all,

Looking at what I don’t want,

Looking at what I will never want.

And in their love and loss,

The fear of losing another one,

Greed of the broken winged,

Greed of a lost cause.

Passing through storms,

Lost and found,

Between the music and the musician,

Rhythm of the cursed…

No fear of the unknown,

Fear of the unspoken,

Big Realities…

Bigger Illusions…

Curiosity to a stranger,

From the unknown…

A life against rules of reality,

Moving to the surreal.

Dreams of another window pane…

Dreams of a swim in the open ocean…

Dreams of being lost in the surreal...

Dreams of a lost cause…

I sit by the window still,

Music of the free world,

Realities of a golden cage,

A life of taking flight.

Life as a circle…

In a square box…

I call it Magic…

I call it Truth…