It’s all passing now
It's all passing now
And I’m letting it go
Let it pour out of me –
I thought – my only one
You’re not in the right place
You’re not the one for me…
Thunder and lightning!
This is love indeed.
I can see a bird flying above me
Barbwire in its open heart;
Holding a straw in its beak.
I rock myself while it lands on an apple tree
Inhaling apple wine in God’s garden.
I could keep on racing through the night
Just you and me, on a patched Indian horse within a dream.
A magical heart shivers in the kitchen knife
Below me mud and swamp…
Since then I keep seeing it everywhere
I stare into the distance; my home’s a rocky hell
Splintery heaven; flowing, distorted mirror
Sparkling in the light of fireflies.
I’m haunted by an Indian succubus
Her eyes, covered with rusty shrouds
Up in the clouds, beyond the mirrors
A snake-charmer, with wings of an angel, drops her flute.