Finally, I'm there again...

Walking in a winter field with spring on the way, I looked around and threw away the stone in my hand, cause shine and glow caught my eye and there as it lay, buried deeply, but still visible in the brown sand. I stopped, picked it up, and held it close to my heart, and knew for the first time that it couldn’t depart, I held it, and cherished it and smelled it’s sweet smells, of spring finally in the air, ladybirds clear as bells. Summer came and somehow the stone lost its glow, I polished it and held it under cool water flow, but it shone no longer in my honor and I buried it away, in the deepest, darkest, part of my heart. And I sat in rain, and cried in storm feeling I could die, maybe it was a bad dream, or maybe just a lie, and I hoped that bright colors would come and keep me warm, through the winter, and the cold, and the black white storm. Cause I feel as though I’m there again in the winter field where I pick up another, and once again, I yield... Oktober 2002