Where is my glory,
from the old beauty? …

In one day
long gone away ,
you`ll ask me
where is my name, „the most beautiful,between
the floating waters”?…

I`ll hold you
by the hand
at every sunset,
with every sunrise
I`ll kiss your lips:
„you the most beautiful
of wings to fly
in me.”

I second by second
care you through
the desert of my being,
with every sunrise
for every amazing sunset,
you,”the most beautiful,between
the floating waters”.