the flight

You’re projected in the air, high up in the sky, you sense again
The time to fly!
With eyes tight shut, the widest blue and lightest clouds feel as if fell
Out of time.
Your arms are seized in rapture’s charms and turned in wings,
So you can glide.
You’re dancing in the air now, love is your delirium, you’re…
Disappeared in delight.

Emotion, bliss and lust are the ones that give you wings,
They make you fly.
Still wings are double-dealing: enrapture hazards safety;
Look down… the ground!
Now you’re afraid you’ll fall, it’s so intense, can hardly breathe
This happiness you feel!
What if her lips and yours are set apart, you lose your balance
…And you’re crushed!

But now her warmth is burning you, her fingers linger
On your thigh.
You knew her soul right from first glance and when you breathe in
She breathes out.
You shiver slightly when her lips touch your face, your neck,
Your back.
She guides you towards Heaven when her dark eyes smile gently…
So you fly!

The world looks full of colour from above; you feel that you’re in love
But still, so high!
Your soul’s an open wound now, fearing to be stepped on, laughed at,
Or be trashed.
And heart’s always a raptor, she’s soaring round and round, and won’t take long
Till quarry’s eyed.
And in the end, who’d dare to fight this warrior that’s taking over reason
Blindfolding the mind?

She lets go of your hand; dark eyes are emptied now of all the meanings
They used to hold inside.
It’s time for her to move on and for you it’s time to fly,
Alone this time.
And you say: “I’m afraid, afraid to fall! I’m so scared to let you go! I’m so tired
And I’m lost!”
Instinctively try to fight fate and close your eyes to hide the darkness that you feel
But it’s too late.
Your wings are set on fire now, they burn, they bleed, they hurt!
They quickly fall away.

You used to say you’ll fly from here and one day float over this town
There you are!
Your last second in the sky, have a last look and goodbye, fallen star
It’s time to die.
With bird-eyed greed, raptor heads down for your heart, the broken piece
That has almost touched the ground.
It’s useless now to think “I knew it! I expected it from start”, decide next time
To stop in time.
Since you only feel alive when you fly, and find out how high you got when you are
On your way down.


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