Hommlet is waiting for you all.

I like you, let’s hope.

Love who you love for what it’s not, for what will never be.

Ale.

The wind, like a heart that swam in the accumulated words
The clouds, a voice that was shot into the holding future

The moon, a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror
The stars, gentle tears in an overflowing stream

Isn’t it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.

That heart,
held within your body
In those confusing nights
I dream

The wind, its halting words are a gentle illusion
The clouds, the broken future like a distant voice

The moon, a heart flowing in the clouded mirror
The stars, broken and swaying, like tears unable to be hidden.

Isn’t it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.

That face,
A soft touch,
Dissolving into morning,
I dream.