At the Edge of the Beginning

The familiar and the known

The taken for granted

Is folded in the chambers of my heart

Refuses to surrender to the pain

From week to week

Looking forward to the real thing

That will open the locked doors

Enter, and envelop me strongly

Ho, the warm hand

Ho, the togetherness in the silence

 It’s been years since anyone passed by

To paint old walls

Ho, the warm hand

Ho, touch of comfort

It’s been a long time since I heard a soft knock on the door

A guest from near or far

To remember, to keep and again to forget

To release and again to hold anew

People like me who became bitter

Blame the world for their loneliness

Deserted land

No priest and no prophet

There is one great love which is all ours

To understand the signs

To search for the ways

To continue navigating between difficult questions

Without clear rules

Everyone goes out

Everyone comes back

In the wilderness everyone strays

Into the desert

To this love which is ours

The hand’s safe touch

Looking at the moon

You say look

Not for us, he shines

And there is simple love

Looking at it as in a mirror

One to walk at her side

 Doesn’t ask you to die for her

To nurture the child

God, take care of her

May she just be healthy
That she will get up when he will speak to her

A tired man for whom there is nothing

That he would have died for

Like many years ago

When he still thought that the moon is for him

At the place where the day ends

At the time the heart begins

Night returns and takes over

And circles close

There is an imaginary movement

And trains cross mountains

Back to the point

Where circles close

Circles, circles

The way we stay

In the circles of life

Clinging to people

Circles, circles

The way we stay

Waking to a new day

Coming back and trying again

Maybe tonight we will stay

If you will again come and visit

Our gentleness together

Has something that dazzles

To be thrown into the night

To get drunk from another light

To crash into life

To believe, not to give up

Lonely island

Wandering island

Sails alone in the water

With and against the wind

Lonely island

Without a sail

Unprepared

Out of control

Begins, and ends again

Every day dying a little

And a whole life is born

Crying from laughter

Laughing tears

If to die, may it be near the cries of babies

I have a little girl

Never cries without cause

She has her own reasons

Which she keeps to herself

Everything she knows

And that she hears

She sees everything with her eyes

And she understands everything

And if you will see someone like

This little girl of mine

Doesn’t want to sleep now

So we are both in bed

And her mother says

May she only be healthy

May she only be good

As she herself already is

Like this little girl of mine

My little girl whispers

Speaks without words

Through the white nights with her

A small caressing voice

And when she smiles at me

It’s always from the bottom of her heart

So I fall in love with her again

And every day it gets stronger

This is a revolving door

Could be different

Back and forth

Always returns

And then just the two of us were left

Left alone

Near the end of the road

At the edge of the beginning

A picture in a frame

You are here and you are different

You are not a silent child anymore

Not yet a grown woman

There is light at the end of the road

He will ask if you remember

Even if it’s dark and you are startled

 With him you are safe

It’s a crumbling stone

A memory beyond the door

There is the past and there is heritage

There is rest and tranquility

And light that waits for you

One that will only be by your side

All the way

Every obstacle and every happiness

And what happened between us

We lost ourselves

And didn’t find peace

And a moment of calm

Whether like this or otherwise

It can be different

Don’t say it’s the end of the road

Breathe in, open a window

 Rest your eyes

 Stem your tears

There are days you are content

There are days of deafening silence

Longing

Clouds change

Longing

In the falling leaves

In a faded picture

Old love

Longing

Look

How the years pass by

Longing

Suddenly we became grown-ups

No more whispering secrets

Shining light under the blanket

With everything that was closed inside me

I was carried on the wind

On wings of time

Secrets and lies

The wounded heart

Is waiting for the warm hand

How is it, that for all the years

I was carried on the wind

With everything that was closed inside me

Secrets and lies

The wounded heart

Is waiting for the warm hand

Longing

The old neighborhood

Longing

To return, running

The smell of Friday evening

Everything comes back to me slowly

And everything is stormy again

In five seconds

Left to live

A full world

A full world

Deep inside the heart

Hidden thoughts

A full world

A full world

To look for reasons

And to ask questions

To wait for answers

To remember and to forget

To leave, to return

To loose and to keep

To release ropes

A circle closes

Before the night is over

And day breaks

A full world

A full world

She sleeps by day, by night

And keeps secrets

A full world

A full world

On Saturdays and weekdays

 To sanctify everything

And to know from where

So as to continue forward

Deep in the chest

A memory rises

There is a reason why we lived

In this world

Be not afraid to fall in love

That the heart will break

Be not afraid to lose along the way

To get up every morning

And to go out into the world

And to try everything before it all ends

To search from whence we came

And in the end always to return to the beginning

To find yet more beauty in everything

And to dance until overcome by exhaustion

Or love

Of all the moments in time

To find one to hold onto

To say that we have arrived

Always to remember to stop for a moment

To give thanks for what we have, and from whence we came

To hug her at night

When she falls asleep

Then the whole world calms down
To breathe her in deeply

To know that always

I will be there for her