You have no time for me
As if your clock went faster.
This voyage seems to be
Heading for disaster.

I see no clouds, no rain
And no snow falling.
Through my window pane
The sun is burning.

Orbiting through your space,
Colliding with your inner eye,
I see the mask put on your face,
The truth shadowed by a lie.

You smile to birds, you smile to trees.
Your link is here so strong,
Your soul is here at ease.
It's here I don't belong.


Julia Kretsch
30 January 2007
Bucharest