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Never I crossed the danger of the road
Just covered my skin with the warmest coat
But suddenly I saw the light turned green
It was the greenest light I’d ever seen

I entered your house with a heart full of happiness
Where you kissed away my crying loneliness
You covered my eyes, you covered my ears
You caressed away the wounded years

I drowned in your eyes of hurting deep blue
The sea in your soul, the ocean in you
But you choosed the glittering shine of the wood
And I should have warned you if only I could

You broke all the branches of the youngest tree
That wouldn’t have hurt, if the tree wasn’t me

xa9 Henriette Faas

What makes my engine go?
I am like a child again
playing in the rain
not yet knowing how to dance.

What makes my blood stream?
Perhaps it is the heartbeat
of forgotten feelings
returning in his arms.

What makes my music sing?
Maybe it’s the silver shadow
of his crying voice: “Touch me,
hold me, and remind me who I am”.

xa9 Henriette Faas

A peace of childhood
fading away between
walls and oceans

As a picture
every time again
crossing our days

Sometimes
peeling off the weak
fertile skin of our memories

Sometimes
discovering foundations
of fences built between ourselves

xa9 Henriette Faas

These are the days of liquid laughter
Sitting on the couch in the room of rain
Nothing to look for or look after
Winning just time without any gain

The electric flash among our heartbeat
Discovered too soon we lost our way
Only the dance floor wants my bare feet
So I will dance all night and day

Jumping and hoping around in wilderness
Although discovered your broken lies
Here I am waiting expecting miracles
From the corners of your eyes

xa9 Henriette Faas

Eros’ frenzied thunderbolt
flashing across domesticated
self-consuming memories

scattering fragments from
silver shadows of passion
dislocated fancy feelings

draught down in final destination
leaving lots of scars behind
on stepwise constructed future

xa9 Henriette Faas

The trees are all strangers
for a homeless bird
that has so little faith.

Yet it keeps searching for the
bittersweet taste of freedom
since the sky is filled with voices.

Close your eyes
listen to the wind, trust me, I promise
you all that’s left of my love.

Spread your wings
try to fly
to the burning stars in my eyes.

You and me….
there is a bridge waiting
in the new morning rise.

xa9 Henriette Faas

Women desire plastic dreams
They touch your hands
Loving eyes talk basic words
What’s known beyond their soft world?
Youth thrills along a laugh
You learned enough
of history
Only statues brave it out

xa9 Henriette Faas

Together
in his favorite corner
Wooden whispers
Crying bends a laugh
The cigarette nonchalantly waits
Only mother’s cloudy eyes

xa9 Henriette Faas

My creation
Meaning stone
Reconstruction
Maybe seldom locked
Nothing found birth
Destroyed pearls
Spaceless solitary souls
Easy leaving wisdom
Mind-enchanting

xa9 Henriette Faas