Second Chance…
Return home, to roots so deep
Sparkling eyes, half moon smiles
nestling me in the warmth of yesteryears.
Chirpy voices, loud laughters
echoing in nostalgic spaces.
Lost I was, on that shore
Searching for his brown waves.
And the breeze carried an old melody
bringing back those memories
while everything sounded Arabic.
I turn around
and there he was, wrapped in smiles
My old monk.
And the cliché,
Stolen glances
Lame excuses
Just to break in.
Stand I there
breaking those moulds
sipping old monk.
Fragments integrate underneath my feet.
Voices take a leave
Silence spreads its wings.
We bumble to fill in spaces.
Flushed faces betray our feelings.
His lips part
And a old eerie feeling engulfs my soul.
‘Second Chance? ‘
And he kills the silence.
I move closer
His eyes flickering in hope.
I whisper
‘Lass mich deine seele dem herrscher der finsternis opfern’
And I smile.
