Sometimes I pretend we are timeless
And that only the moon, the wind and the oceans
Whom I have lived next to for so long
And still cannot quench my admiration for
Are the only thing still here
Still shinging, blowing and breathing
Onto a beach somewhere
Or into my bedroom
Where my dreams shall sleep forever
Under my pillow
And in my unexperienced heart
Drench the logics out
For I wish to live
Only with a sting in my heart
Where flowers shall grow
Every morning and every night
Before I am weakened
And put to sleep
In other arms.