Little Boy

Little boy with a bowed head
who put you to shame?
You, who should be so happy alive
Not a shadow without any aim
What made the glint in your eye
turn into a fading flame?
Who took your childhood away
changed you into what you became?

Little boy with a bowed head
with dying eyes filled with tears
Someone stole the life from you
Ruined so many years
Your memories should be a treasure
but they are characterized by fears
Keep your chin up, little one
Let me shed those precious tears

Little boy with a bowed head
I know there is no trust anymore
You will learn to fly again
But your wings are wounded and sore
You have been in deep waters
Let me guide you ashore
You must understand the past
is nothing you are responsible for

Little boy with a bowed head
Show me those beautiful blue
Look deep into my soul
Consider my belief in you
You are innocence itself
Pure through and through
My guidance will help you survive
Believe me, you will do

Little boy with a bowed head
Lift your head and hold it high
Let yourself see the rainbow
Let the sun reflect in your eye
Let this new breeze of Spring
dry the tears that you cry
Little boy, take my hand
let yourself see the sky.

Where Flowers Never Fade

Angels, I have seen them
my companions in the light
My graceful guardians
that always makes me bright

And they whisper to me
You and I will meet again one day
That I will reach out my hand
and lead you down the final way

To the garden
where flowers never fade
To the kingdom of heaven
where wonderful dreams are made

I have wandered at paths
crossed meadows in bloom
seen nothing but happiness
in this eternal room

Yet, loneliness sometimes befalls me
Cause I miss those days so much
to be able to hold my beloved ones
to caress, to kiss and to touch

But it grieves me to see you crying
so wipe away those tears of yours
I did not close the gate forever
I opened new unexplored doors

Even though my heart stopped beating
my spirit did not really die
and we did not bid each other farewell
we only said a slight good bye

And my spirit will always be with you
I will never let go of you, never
Cause the day when we meet again
we will embrace each other forever and ever.

Me

I exist but am I alive?
Is this not only an endless strive?
I open my eyes but do I see?
Hope, why did you abandon me?
Each beat of my heart is nothing but pain
All this sorrow drives me insane
No one sees me and how I really feel
My heart is broken and my soul will never heal
I do not want to face this
I do not want to see
That my weakness is my enemy
That my enemy is me.

My Soul on a Canvas

If I could paint my soul on a canvas
I would portray the inner me
A mix of all the possible colours
An earthly and heavenly potpourri

I would paint my soul as a flower
It's shades reflections of my mind
The buds representing my dreams
and the thorns what keep me confined

A rose which shed it's blossoms
But it's petals fall one after another
For a flower without nourishment
will soon fade and smother

Oil paint or watercolour is irrelevant
It is the viewer who interprets what he sees
But it is him who masters the paint brush
who possess the knowledge and expertise

I can not paint my soul on a canvas
still, a rose is more captivating than it's thorn
And for each one of the falling petals
a new bud will be born.

Continue to the second page.

Scenery of Love

The door to my heart
had been locked for so long
I did not let anyone in
I was not that strong

The path of my soul
overgrown year by year
Lines of withering weeds
representing my fear

My garden was fading
My buds did not bloom
No flowers could grow
in my dark and poor room

In this garden I wandered
lost deep within my heart
I did not dare to love
I set my feelings apart

I did not see an ending
Neither a beginning, nor a start
Then I met you, Love
The Master of sensuous Art

I was an unpainted canvas
Uncoloured, without any glow
You painted me with love
You let your colours flow

I am forever grateful
Till my very last day
That you guided me back
That you showed me the way

Today, my garden is full of
luxuriance and fragrant greenery
And you're painting...
the most beautiful scenery

The buds are blooming
No weeds along the line
I am so very happy, Love
That your inspiring path
crossed mine.

En Garde

You are trying to knock me down
Believe me, I have seen it all
I might stumble, lose my breath
But you will never see me fall

Go ahead, rock my boat
I am sailing close to the wind
You will never succeed
I am keeping my eyes skinned

I might be an unpolished diamond
but I am well cut for sure
I have a strong belief in myself
Nothing will change on that score

So try me, Mister
Provoke me, sweet Lady
You are people of that kind
untrustworthy and shady

Twisting unguarded souls
round your little finger
There is a time for everything
I proceed slowly and linger

You think you are clever
I have never seen such stupidity
Is there no limit
of a person's imbecility?

No one is born without
conscience and consideration
What shaped you into
this destructive formation?

I can nothing but pity you
I will watch you crawl
En garde, Master and Mistress
You will never see me fall.

La Primavera

I welcome you, Spring
I hail you, La Primavera
The epoch of life
The flourishing era

What was killed off
in the cold winter's night
You give back life
with warm golden light

This spectacle by nature
A bursting bouquet
Inexpressible landscapes
No poet can portray

Buds awaken in their chambers
Raindrops dancing in the air
Windflowers shyly in prosperity
Winter is crying in despair

Each season has it's charm
Each season is a unique era
But you bring life to my soul
I welcome you, La Primavera

Reflections of a Greedy

There is a crack in the mirror
A soul lays bare
Betrayed by greediness
A spirit in despair

The mirror falls to pieces
Fragments cutting like lashes
A mere shadow of a former self
Nothing but grey, dusty ashes

But the frame looks solid
Hardwood painted in gold
With a glamorous face
who cares if one's soul is sold?