(CYCLE: LOVE TRUE ANDNOT TRUE )
This meadow still waiting for us
In the high mountains near, far
In summer, in autumn, in spring
In day, in night, in dusk,in dawn
The most magic in the lunar night
And in summer morning at sunrise
Listened to concerts of voices birds
And grass noise in a light breeze
There could be beatingof our hearts
And eerie touch our bodies and souls
And our love spasm,the bliss of union
Of two so far lonely and distant lives
Longing for each other in imagination
And in dreams like non-healing wounds
Are you sure we’ll meet there someday
Will we together there shout and cry
Among beauty of herbst, flowers , stars
We will to released trapped in uns true love
So that this great love endessly us remains
Like meadow blooms from the buds always
From thebuds of hope, the roots of desires
In this world on Earth and in the afterlife
( April 8,2026 )
