When the Sun touches the West horizon
I remember the sad things that happened
And the ones that didn’t
But I don’t want to cry.
I look at East with hope
And wait …
This cosmic pain has its healer -
The Angel in us.
We only need some more trust,
A little bit
And it will be easier …. they say.
/except for some evenings, I guess
And the nights with Moon influence/.
Still, if it was so easy
Why we are here yet –
So weak,
So stupid
And for so
.. so long?
