Dear tree

Dear tree,
The branches are empty now.
The two birds are not there anymore.
Is one year now,
We smoke cigars on my terrace.
And is spring again.
There is only one bird now.
The red kite is in the middle of the road,
Waiting for me,
I’m driving with the night.
And flying under the starry sky.
Thank you my friend.
Is one year now,
We made a promise,
To be friends.
Your are my brother,
And I know I love you.
You wish me to always
Have that window opened.
I’m out of the house now.
I’m flying,
I’m me.
I’m one.
I’m love.
I’m.

Photography: Steffen Kraft aka Iconeo

The wish of my soul

Is the spring equinox
I’m smoking a cigarette
Not a cigar this time,
A cigarette alone
It reminds me about our friendship
We use to smoke together
Under the starry sky.
Refraining our desires.
Isn’t the same desire?
To be free!
A new me.
A new you.
Our true selves.
You protect me,
I protect you.
And we protect each other.
But who are we?
I’m powerful.
You are extraordinary.
You need to be you.
I need to begin to manifest
My dreams and whises.
I wish we can be LOVE.