I put a price on time

by loosing it

and then my hands

pick up a knife

and cut in pieces

my longing for

attachment to my dreams

the waiting for the moment of reunion

with all that’s dearest

Time is cruel

It teases me by letting me to see the Truth

too late or far too early

and than the Destiny

with the sweetest smile

reminds me:

decision takes no time for one who´s free to choose

but crucial to another who came to station

just to see the back of the disappearing train...

What one can do against fear

to shake hands with Time?

Against the knowledge that ones hand

with the silky skin of a newborn child

in the speed of light

transforms into the sand of lifeless desert?

I´ll ask a child...