alone – Page 2 – Scriptorium '77

Promised Land

Let me guess for a while
Don’t already open a trial
When I make up my mind
I promise, I will find

mine is to perish with loneliness
when i stroll through long abandoned castles
breathing in the history of places
wondering about long past people

here is darkness liquid dreams
nothing there is real, it seems
you touch a velvet form
but eyes see one purple coloured storm

The later the night
The louder the wind howls
I’m feeling like being in a wolf pack

what are my thoughts
what have I done
when time goes by
my love has gone

Only seldom this occasion occurs
When you wonder
While you wander
In a winter wonderland

There are abandoned places
You can look at them from home
There are abandoned items
Only seen in the wild

We already know
That life is a circle
There is no beginning
There is no end either

Corona played its card today
Right from the start
All plans abandoned
On the day prior to Christmas Eve