Trains that are passing by
the shrill singing of the rails
Birds singing in the willow trees
slightly disturbed but seldom uneasy
I want to sing
to the wind and to all there is to see
And what I see is the wind caressing your face

Before the divide there was no knowledge
before knowledge there was only the divide
and so I sink
restless and not at ease
Searching and not at peace
Rumors in my mind
portrayed by fantasy figures

Will you love me at my least beautiful?
Will you forgive me when I sigh?
Centuries ago it seems
I was falling through a glass floor
no one caught me
I landed on my feet
and here I stand facing what I hope will be

— Written on the 13th of May 2006