20.11.17

I Dream of Future Love

I dream of future love
You and me, and a mirror
It was soft and sweet,
how your fingers played with my hair;
trying to shape it and tie it
like the girl in your fantasy.

I dream of future love
You and me, and happiness
It was warm and tender,
how your lips touched mine several times;
trying to read every words of affection
I whispered.

I dream of future love
You and me, and a secret
It was clear and prophetic,
how the dream slipped into
the storybook of my head
the night after our short talk.


by Frouwelinde
20.11.17
for the dream i had last night

Intuition

My heart is already yours,
even before you ask for it
but I fear that I already know
the song of our farewell,
even before we meet.


by Frouwelinde
17.11.2017
 for my feelings

5.11.17

Falling Hope

I thought I would find everything that I need in you, dear beautiful maple.
I have been looking for protection under the mighty oak, but I didn't find it.
Even the linden doesn't have any love left for me,
and coconut tree can't give me happiness.

I was just about to pick your colorful leaves to brighten my days,
when I realized that your trunk is too tall,
and the wind blew your leaves away to the sun in the south
before I can reach them.
I thought you're the branch I could hold on to
while I am pulling myself out of this trap,
but I am always wrong to set my dreams too high,
and even wronger to have my hope too early.

By Frouwelinde
31.10.17
For you, to whom I gave my hope too early.

Fireworks

I remember the first time I saw fireworks;
I gazed upon it from the terrace of my house.
It was so magical, so unforgettable.
Even when the sparks didn't last long,
the echo of the explosion stayed in my mind for sometime;
and since that night,
I always look forward to New Year's Eve
just to admire how beautiful they are.

Many years have passed and I met him.
The unexplainable brief encounter had brought me to my childhood memory.
He reminds me of the fireworks,
sparks of all hues in the spectrum,
burst of northern lights in all possible colors.
His words are the sound of the firecrackers my hear trembled at.
And when he's gone,
when he's gone,
I desperately look for every signs of him,
the remnants of his presence my mind can't never forget.

But not like the colorful fire in the sky,
his sudden goodby left me forever in the land of nowhere,
searching for another chance to feel the burst of his fireworks again
one more time.

24.07.2017
for you and our brief encounter