Suppose for just one second
that the empire we have created within the boundaries
of the crumbling sounds of a clock ticking;
imposed upon the foundation
of stripped-down, naked feelings
A sovereignty that didn´t know its own name.
If we suppose for just a minute
that the world is purely an envisioned orb of the night,
that transitioning and transfering, moving and being moved,
is just as easy as falling onto an unconditional film
of feather-filled tenuity
not an aching pain for the left-behind
turned up and around mixed with vulnerable yearning
turning to indecisive sorrow.
If we suppose for an hour
That there´re only two people on the planet
that it´s just you and me,
like a juxtaposition juxtaposing its self
taking away the ghosts of others in our minds,
so that we can believe
without doubt
in the solemn existence of just two.
If just for days we can replace
The touch of skin and bones
With the breeze of the evening wind
And the teary raindrops soothing the morning air,
If the illusions can make room
For the songbirds that carry your voice within
Saturating the vacant emptiness of my heart
Then endlessly we can keep building bridges
Over stormy seas me might otherwise
Have to cross paralyzed
And even though the bricks will weigh
The weight invisibly pushing down on us,
We will be able to walk barefoot without
Cuts in our feet on the bridges
That we manage to construct.