I want to show you
the roses
that grew
in those
raindrops of mine
while you were
gone.
I wanted to show you
oh so many
things just
before we
entered the
afterward.
While I was chasing
and dreaming
and collecting
the seeds for
tomorrow
the night grew
long.
I always wondered
what roses
could grow
and how
raindrops
would feel
if you
could be here
in the
afterward.
Written all those times when I promised myself „one day, but not today“.
“And not tomorrow”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
