Wind Directions

Ringing bells evaporate soft wind blowing up dust
shimmering through the eyes of the needles
Dancing clouds shed their company
in the burning suns at the altar of love
In vain the wind breathes a sigh of relief
when the sacrament of the forgetful had come to an end

Now the memories of life are perished into a call of ignorance

At the water we stream with shudders on our backs
of upside down walked streams
In the spring we celebrate a special meeting
accompanied by the wonders of nearby scapegoats
surrendering to the heat

The fire predicts a perilous future
of enclosed dreams of redeeming figures
Silouettes filled with honeycomb patterns
soon act on our proposal as the leaves count many advantages
Thereby the tone is set among those
who enjoy the tumultuous summer evenings

All well and soon
Time stripped by with a speed that even snails try to keep up with
the pace of tapping

At zero we will bath in rays of happiness
with the harmony of an allied fusion
We will fight until earth is about to give directions
and let us turn back to the soul of the moment
At that time we will return to dust
while floating above the celestial body

We endorse the airy silence of infinity
We want wind to carry us along life's journey