cucumber-love

It's there, it's where, it begins,
and it's calling your name
You've been down there all night now,
in a state that I cannot explain
Behind grey curtains of ash
from a word it was burn
Now smoke rises high from your head,
morning mist laying dead
On naked shoulders
- no flowers, no thorns

Hey love, stay the fuck out of my home
I've told you a thousand times
'Cause my brain tells me you're dangerous, and my belly says
you're just too hard to find

(c) Moddi

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

zwischen gestern und heute
ganz leise, ohne ton
ging ich
irgendwo
am straßenrand verlorn

leben wie ein leeres zimmer
und dann kamst du
du mit einem eimer farbe und tausend ideen
jetzt ist es bunt
das zimmer
und voller leben und dir