As A Whirlwind.
As a whirlwind in a constant chaos
my thoughts will aspire to thee
breaking the chains around my feet
to run for my sincere freedom
in the most beautiful of landscapes
where also you and your heart are engraved
in every simple stone on the ground.
I know your fidelity your tenderness
from the passage of the birds ,
migrating and returning home again
and thus, also you will be seen
on the green meadows, where to smile,
to forget the tears and sorrows
and to heat my heart.
I know you will find the roots of anguish
your face still turning into a tender radiance
and shadows bringing happiness to your eyes
that weep afresh, by the tempting Beauty
leading you with her secret speech
Home, that place, founded in love
and where all tortured sorrows end.
I know the remains of my ancestor’s house
burned into ashes, so long ago
unhappiness, the talking eyes,
the sound of defeat, lived in that walls
and I would be nobody, but a Whirlwind
if not my deep belief in You brought me Home
on the same wings as the birds ´.
April 2017 ©k.c.