I write you a letter from my heart
wondering thoughts and aked, where will our
resting place be growing from childhood . . .

to . . .

adulthood
and  I am
wondering

Where have all the flowers gone?

Christmas day is waiting round the corner
while the snow is falling down on earth
a whiter shade of pale from a grey sky

and . . .

Billi Holliday sings “Why was I born” and
I am wondering where is the sun, love of my life
I surrender for you with all of my:

“body and soul” . . .

I am living . . .
in a place deep inside where there is
so much life “Me and the blues”

is striving for an open door  . . .

to starry nights where I can collect
some time to go further  with ideas for
a new day with words from my heart

the place in me . . .

where I can go further with my thoughts
and pour out some words to you
who is inspire me to . . .

write and compose