Sonne, Vögel, Wind

Ihalleren

Erwartung

Is it enough

No, not enough to pull me from this sweet bliss

What temptation can be found in the whaling siren that seeks to lure me from such paradise

My head so content to rest upon velvet clouds

So content I lie above the rain; still basking in the warm glow

The ache is my soothing release

Lest I lower my feet to the earth

That I might feel sharp pains awaken me

I shall here lie

Above the clouds in a world that is mine

Till I succumb

To the feeling so numb