...farbenlehre (II)...

hungry like rarely before, waiting for a drop to fall
to give life, its all, to complete a foulish heart.

dreaming half its life, that nature is unable to harm,

on purpose one should only be forced to breath.

yellow waiting for so long, to see heavens blue, melting, becoming the green of hope,

passion has to grow; yet too much won't ever be enough.

winding, turning around, fed by its hunger, eating its success, time is no longer.

still

wait.

calm.

the beat of your heart in harmony with the sound of light, a moment just right,

enough might to return life, even into a foulish heart.