I am scared to breathe your name

whenever we dissolve to blame:

but one day we will learn to fly

back to treasureland.

Somewhere someone investigates

we appeal to our experience;

this inner worth is inner war

we're longing for colors

as if we'd starve ...

Still in perigee

still in liberty.

Still in reach

still in me.

Oh so red the cage

the seizure

is my guard

and leader

never I have been

in such a warmth

before.

Oh so silent sleeps

the planet

healers,

are you near

I need another vision

I can trust

and feed.

We are the dead

dead ringers

we are in search

of our birth.