My fingertips have sensed the space
Between the rocks, beneath the grass,
And there the roots have taken sky,
And oceans push the dreams aside.
And in my heart I know you’re here.
Whoever: you have left your trace,
Its joy and peace around my home:
I feel your warmth and know your fear.
The aura floods with flashing words.
I hold the pen, it moves itself.
The paper pulls, it flows with song,
The gentle glow has found its voice.
At times like these I lose my mind.
At times like these I’m glad I’m blind.