Flowering

Flowering Flowering, the hours, waves of happiness, the glowing of unknown stars and among all flowers my love like flowers of spring on a winter day. Flowering, my heart is flowering between yesterday and tomorrow and yet the distance wants to drown me with yesterday’s waves, with the beat of wings of unknown creatures. Do you hear these songs and slender music, so easy to injure? Daylight is dying away, satisfied, like a lamp of steel, but I am full of wishes full of desires. Flowering, waves, engraved in the vast sea with the colours of vastness and loneliness attract you with their songs. Do you hear the singing from the distance, do you hear it? The stars with their shining are warming the winter and the waters of a silent future. Flowering, with this they pass more rapid, the bitter hours of loneliness with their sad look of strange stars. And there I am, with my love, rising like flowers from the snow. My heart is flowering between yesterday and tomorrow. Do you hear the songs from the distance, sweet as honey but also a little sad? Do you see the waves, do you hear the beat of wings?