Sunday Sleeping Sunrise

Sunday Sleeping sunrise
Warm steam
Departing from the black tar rooftop
Disappearing with the blue sky backdrop

Flirting with the foliage
Kisses blown
in the windy waiting for the daybreak
to the trees With their green Lashes Fluttering

We do these things
It’s the recovery

I wonder at my lazy woe
That keeps me
Pacing in circles around my core
Beating up on muscles that are already sore

I’d rather feel the flux of a friend
And hasten the
Deflation of my hot air balloon head
We could run on empty together, leave our thoughts unsaid

We do these things
It’s the recovery

Where’s a wounded heart get a stubborn sense of duty?
Funf-Sterne Hotel Noordwijk aan Zee Where’s a person get the nerve to go beating around the beauty?

I got a little green canary of fantasy on my shoulder
Coimbra cheap hotels He sings when his heart finds delight
But the beauty’s getting tougher
And birdie’s getting older
When I muffle his song now, he recalls flight

We do these things
It’s the recovery

Daniela Gesundheit ©2003