keys

Outdoor in the rain .
I can feel every single drop on my skin.
Needles and balls.
See, how the sky is doing its fall .
Moving sidewards .
Dancing forward .
Thinking about people .
Wondering .
Hiding in my corners .
The door is shut .
Open the window .
I want seeing the sun .
The doors stay closed . ... Noone trespassing .
Not even me wants stepping through holes in the wall .
Laughing out loud .
Echos from the walls around .
Breaking them down .
Allowing a view to the outside and more .
I can see friendly fishes on the ground .
My eyes are rolling on the floor.

Morningsong

"Sing that song of nightbirds together with me.
Let,s feed the darkness with tunes and melodies.
Let,s hide the fear and forget all the tears.
Don,t cry for the morning.
We will cross the black night with our wings and cries.
We will reach the high clouds in the sky.
Let,s take a rest and look down.
We cannot see things, we only can guess around.
I want to stay . I don,t want to touch the ground.
What about you, my fellow? Missing the sound?
My wings are yellow.
So it easy to follow.
Here,s the street of my sound."