Once ago I met a lonely flower,
shivering in the wind.
It was you in your raincoat,
Wondering, where to go.

You took the train down to China –
but you wanted to Spain.
You said you could make no decision
to leave it again.

Your mind was kept in a glass jar
and fed with long broken dreams,
to melt down your love and your life
and your truth.

Once you gave me some flowers –
say: how long does it take them to grow?
For a year now I ´m pouring these
with my soul.

*without anything declared