yes, our fantasies wings were fragile,
we know that now.
but they lifted up a whole load of dreams.
my love flew on them, too,
like on a summersky, moved by even the slightest breeze,
forth and back in the air -the open sky.
yes, they broke, dissolved there, in the air, into air,
clear as the most transparent object in the world.
like glass, paperthin glass;
I couldn't see it, so I bumped hard against it all the time.
I could feel it, but as it was broken, it could only hurt me.
every a broken heart can mend, more or less,
and the sky will always dissapear and reappear as it want to,
we - I - have no power to force it.
but it was and is always there,
and the broken glass piles up around me in the wide open heaven.
but I teach how to handle it; prevent myself from getting cut by it,
so it's no longer hurting me. it's all about skill.
as for my love -the feeling they call so,
it gets more meaning. more depth. with time.
I forget, I regret, I displace, to protect myself.
but I remember you, my first love.
with you, my spring began to bloom,
and Ill forever remember, how my love soared when I met you.
and still lingers in the place in my mind for things Ill never push out.
things I want to take up and feel on, like a little kid and their treasurebox.
you're my biggest treasure.
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