Specks of Dust
Specks of dust we are and our journey brings
Another ripple on proud Saturn’s rings.
Make your violin sing love to me once more
As we move mountains closer to the shore,
Make my eyes reflect your smile once again
As we forget in love all sorrow and all pain,
Speak into island winds and swim me into light
As peace is my aim, my search and my right.
The streets are raining from golden frames,
Nameless, as we are, specks with no names.
Everyone has a sky, except for the sky,
And we let it mirror itself in our eye.
Float on rivers and talk to the sea,
Be part of the shadow underneath a tree,
Fly on seagull wings and laugh sitting on clouds,
It takes one to bring together the crowds,
One has the power of all and all are just one,
From a speck of dust it has all begun.
A speck of dust may be easily blown away,
But it also has the tremendous power to stay,
To dream, to love, to smile and to dance
If only given and if only taketh the chance.
There’s joy and pain, there’s strength and there’s rust
In our eyes made of stars and our bodies of dust.
Love the child within you, the wise man without
Any wonders left, the man with no doubt
Is immobile as concrete and cold just as ice,
Let yourself fly, childishly, amused, imprecise,
Let your fingers of light take mine and forget
That once you were angry, tired, upset,
Reflect the sun, rays will caress your hair
As you will become one with air,
Let yourself swirl, let yourself trust,
Let yourself be just a speck of dust.
7 May 2013
If you don’t see me
It doesn’t mean
I’m not crying
I’m not dying
If you don’t hear me
It doesn’t mean
I’m not aching
I’m not breaking
There are pains
Stronger than death
For they live
And with them we march
On the streets of sadness
With our glorious masks
And our fake smiles…
Until one day…
We wake up and we see:
That used to give us wings
Has flown away
Like a lost butterfly
If you don’t give a chance
You give a chance
7 December 2010
in a corner of my heart
Hope prays, her eyes are closed, her lips apart...
She’s in a place so frightening and so dark
That there‘s no light, no mere spark…
The sun can’t shine on ripples any more
And there is no one left now to knock on her door…
She lifts her head at every whisper, every sound,
But it’s all gone, there is no one around…
Grows stronger and then weakens still,
She’ll grow insane, she is already ill…
She cannot leave her only home – a chest
That held her, oh, so sweetly once to rest…
All autumn colors smile, but it’s in vain –
She cannot see them, as she cannot see the rain…
The pulse of love keeps her alive and willing,
In that corner of my poor heart she’s breathing…
The shore is far, the lighthouse dimmed its ray,
She longs to swim for yet another day…
She keeps a Christmas present, oh, so near
And wraps it up in pain with every tear,
For she won’t live to see the smile of her dreams
And she won’t die to find her peace or so it seems…
Stuck, she’ll be haunting in that corner of my heart,
Cold, almost dead and painfully alive in part…
Endlessly praying to stand up from where she fell
And praying for a key that could unlock her shell…
Rainbows are black, as are the stars on a white sky
She knows no laughter now and she can only sigh…
The sea has no more waves, the scent has gone away.
Her lips who told so much have nothing more to say…
Torn by her guilt and by her foolish pride,
She put all help, all reached out hands aside.
She shivers and a wave of hand is all it took.
Her broken wings are resting on a book
Once borrowed from the blindest Light.
She treasures it – a most delightful sight.
I wipe her tears, but her river will not cease,
This jewel’s broken and can find no peace.
I pray for Hope and hold her hand in her despair
I feed her and I sometimes brush her hair.
I need her or I’ll die, all that I am will give.
And so I hope for Hope to breathe, to love, to live.
12 October 2010
They feed me guilt, they feed
And call my loneliness "tomorrow".
The fingers on the stone are shaking,
The temples of my mind are braking.
no more light and no more windows,
Just rooms with dark and aching widows.
There's no release, no freedom and no life,
only pain, a restless knife.
Behind your smile I see the sneer,
I hear your screeching teeth as you draw near.
lonely in a crowded world,
To vultures I shall soon be hurled.
Walls are pressing from all around me
And dead dreams
are struggling to leave me -
Unborn children of my ancient mind,
Conceived then when the world was kind.
is bitter, as my taste.
My life is over and a waste.
I wish that I were numb and therefore you,
I wish that I were
nothing, therefore true.
Outside those bars I see a flicker, still
I do not trust my eyes that it is real.
I do not
trust my hand that it's been kissed
Or that my being has ever been missed.
I do not trust my tears to fall from my eyes,
from some clouds above me in the skies.
And I don't trust my hair to blow in the wind,
It must be autumn leaves onto
my forehead pinned.
You've turned the world into a hellish sight,
Where no one can distinguish wrong and right.
sorry I am not the sky, the Sun, the Moon,
I'm sorry I am just an ember, dying soon.
Forgive me for not shining, for
not being right,
For not disappearing sooner from your sight.
You see me from above the ditch, so small,
But if I
were beside you, I'd be tall.
Forgive me if I am a fool and still believe,
But I shall do so even as I leave.
even crushed by torture and dismay
I will still smile, I will still pray.
Forgiveness is no mere word, is love, so pure.
give it all to you, if you are able to endure.
Without Your Light
In my coldest night,
Far from any illusion…
Now without a light,
to its conclusion…
I can hear
Time’s ending now,
I’m still dreaming,
But it’s so cold
And I feel so old…
A glitter still,
Smiling at me…
Into the night
I no longer fight,
I just give in…
not a tear
As I get near
The end of the road…
11 December 2009
I Was Here
live in your eyes
when you close them…
The soul I
am is slowly melting
Into a vast
sea of nothingness…
I was here…
I could as
well be lost
In the sea
I could go
But no one
would be there no more…
For my hand
has nothing more to write,
more to answer to.
A dream is
tell you reality is but a dream…
I wander on
the shore of doubt…
lose myself in the crowd…
I am each
thinking I was being punished –
And say I
are merciless –
They do not
pain in my luggage
in my pockets –
It’s a long
And love is
How can a
Why do we
settle for hell
could go to heaven?
20 November 2009
Sleep thy sweet sleep, oh, dream
And let me visit you from time to time.
As centuries a second seem
When my reality’s a dream.
Drive all nightmares away and smile
And be serene for just a while,
As life is only a sun beam
When my reality’s a dream.
Close your eyes, twilight awaits.
Choose a fate from all the fates
And wake up at rooster’s scream
When my reality’s a dream.
Put down your wings and rest,
Take off your hat and jest,
Pick up a world to trim
When my reality’s a dream.
2 December 2009
Your Invented World
Is a world of pain
This is life
Running through my veins
These are tears
That you take as rain
Through your gift-wrapped lie
Worlds you can’t deny
All I have
Is another sigh.
My truth again
My life again
I can’t live and I can’t breathe
I can’t smile
in your world again.
Cities of dummies
And dreams of gold
And truth untold
I never thought
that it could be so cold
In your invented world.
12 February 2007
Here I Don't Belong
You have no time for me
As if your clock went faster.
This voyage seems to be
Heading for disaster.
I see no clouds, no rain
And no snow falling.
Through my window pane
The sun is burning.
Orbiting through your space,
Colliding with your inner eye,
I see the mask put on your face,
The truth shadowed by a lie.
You smile to birds, you smile to trees.
Your link is here so strong,
Your soul is here at ease.
It's here I don't belong.
30 January 2007
That Magic Night
Alone in darkness,
Cold feet and cold hands,
Icicles in my dreams,
I fall into oblivion.
I'm sinking into emptiness
With no beginnings, no ends,
And my heartbeat, it seems
To keep on going on and on.
I dream of angels calling me,
I fly above the city lights,
And for the first time I smile
Like never ever before.
A warm hand is holding me
Like in my many cold nights.
A second seems like a while
In this voyage of lore.
That magic night has come
Announcing the birth of light.
All that I could dream
Has happened tonight.
Beats like a drum
My heart inside
And all people seem
To be friends tonight.
12 December 2006
Lighthouse Of The World
How could I ever be misguided
When you lighten me so fully
Through the night, throughout the gully,
When I suffer, but I hide it?
Lift my spirit, give me hope,
When there’s no one there to love me,
When there’s only death around me,
And I slide, fall down the slope.
Lighthouse, dreams have come upon me,
Dreams of happiness and wonder.
You have touched me, placed me under
Your enormous light – you blind me.
For your truth is so delightful,
Yet I feel I knew it all –
In an ancient time, my soul
Was so lightened, so insightful!
Now I read the signs you taught me,
And remember love to give,
And to smile, to thank, to live,
As your light lives deep inside me.
20 June 2006
Chains that give me sorrow
Keep my life away from you;
Silence – one glimpse of tomorrow,
Ancient all and nothing new.
Tomorrow will rise again
Becoming yesterday once more,
For centuries, in vain;
It’s all been done before.
Like crystals to your eyes,
Like music to your ears:
A life fulfilled in lies,
An endless rain of tears.
Black shadows on the wall:
Not death, but life is rising.
A word of doom – that’s all,
And so the sun keeps shining.
Asleep: serenity of fools,
Drunk all with dreams to last;
Backwards: that’s how life pulls,
A spell on us to cast.
Repeat the love, my friend,
Repeat all world’s mistakes,
All new to you until the end,
‘Cause that’s what living takes.
If I could touch your eyes,
The fog to take away,
You’d see the one who dies
In that who lives today.
And if my sayings hurt you,
And if my coldness burns,
It’s just a way to tell you:
The world, though dead, it turns.
Because it seems that your forget
That days and nights, you’ll lose
And you will know that all you’ll
Is this short selfish life called Ante
2 December 1997
Fuel For The Creature Of Chaos
Sleeping in the darkest hole,
Playing creature as a role,
Shocking, strange and insecure,
Greedy handed, self unsure,
Opened eyes and mouth to live,
Chewing words to make believe.
Wrote a line, or two, or so,
Tried to find a place to go,
Felt the rain fall down your face,
Heard the drops fall in disgrace,
Faced upon the driest grass,
Left the trees by you to pass,
Slapped in anger someone’s cheek,
Hiding that you’re small and weak.
Ran across the longest road,
Changed its every sign or code,
Talked to devils, talked to God –
That’s self-talking, swept by mud.
Tin gods stealing off your mind,
Truth out there for you to find,
Heavy curtains hiding treasures
They stay put to all endeavors.
One last creature to retrieve
From the longest disbelief.
Here’s for you one more to stand
That is life’s and death’s
That is dying when believing
And it’s living when achieving
One small pearl on the world’s booth,
That is one and called The Truth:
God has found a way to pay us –
Fuel for the creature of chaos.
14 April 1997
The dogs come out at night,
Howling at the lonely passenger,
Those eyes that gleam so bright
Are splinters in my soul.
The coldness dims the light
Of Yellow Death – the cruelest messenger,
I’m shivering with fright
Like fishes in an empty bowl.
Teeth I almost feel –
Sparkling pearls for pain,
All in haste for a meal:
The flesh that now is me.
Feels and seems unreal
How my blood they drain,
How my skin they peel:
Teeth engraving me.
And Yellow soon becomes me,
And Death I am already,
The poison crawls inside me
In lethal haste.
I’m now a cloud, a tree –
To change my essence ready,
And as I die I see
My life before – a waste.
20 September 1999
Rain From Your Eyes
Comfort and ease
There’s a famine in me,
A famine in you
To make the world see
What they put us through.
News of the rich
Becoming more rich,
No news of the poor
Of what they endure.
And it all makes me cry,
It all makes me shout.
Why do they have to die?
Couldn’t we just reach out?
Diamonds and pearls,
Yachts, cars and furs,
Their only role:
Wrap an empty soul.
And slippery feet
Searching for friends,
On the verge of the pit.
Your heart’s not a desert.
I see rain from your eyes.
A child is a present
God brings in our lives.
War, thirst and starvation -
A child’s dying tonight.
You could bring salvation,
You can make it all right.
When you make your prayer tonight,
Think of those with no power to fight.
Put yourself, for once, in their place
And then try to put a smile on their face.
17 August 2007
My life is
A thought from a distance,
And love in this thought,
And hope in this love,
And fear in this hope.
My life is
A shadow on a wall,
A stone for a grave,
A bell in a church,
A tear in an ocean,
A pen in somebody else’s hand,
A frame to a picture,
A cover to a book,
A leaf from a tree,
A letter in the alphabet,
A street in a town
And a word to be said.
My life is
Always the second.
Right after yours…
26 January 1997
At the end of time
I will be the last to breathe,
I will claim what’s mine,
May it all be pain and grief.
Heal this only, heal this holy
World in me.
My father’s a pigeon,
My mother’s a tree,
The earth is my religion,
My own aim is to be free.
Break these heavy, break these aching
Chains for me.
Eyes won’t cry forever,
Ears won’t hear you pray.
You won’t find the truth, no, never,
Do what must and come what may.
Tell the only, tell the holy
Word to me.
Crawling thoughts torment me,
Dreams of what is true and real
Longing deep inside me,
Soul’s remains I want to feel.
Save my only, save my lonely
Soul for me.
Take a leaf out of your book,
Make it new and strong.
In my hands the world I took,
Now they tell me I was wrong.
Take this ugly, take this jolly
Lie from me.
Like blood tastes the black ground,
Like smoke, this ancient tree,
Like a noise, this nature’s sound,
Clean this home and set it free.
Save the only, save the holy
28 December 1996
For that pleasure I now suffer,
For that laughter I now cry,
For the rain I have no cover,
For the joy I have just sigh.
For my endless torture keeps me
On the peak of human race,
And each leaf that falls beside me
Turns from me its rusty face.
Give no help to me, you, Keeper,
Hold the key from hungry hearts,
And each day is a deceiver
Made of teary, longing parts.
16 August 1997
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