... tied up to a board and thrown out to die on the dirt road
the baby girl was crying for days somewhere in Asia before she was found...
When I met her many months later I knew at once that I would paint her in an empty field, away from the big city,
where she'd find God and love for the first time...
I dedicate this painting to all the abandoned babies and children,
It is because of our selfishness that they suffer and die...
- Akiane
Faith
covering voiceless sun
the night cries out loudly
and wants me
to braid the end
together
with nightingales' feathers
the eyeroots
like unused candles bend
battles
on each of my hands
i am prepared
to throw a shield
stairs of remembrance
so narrow I slip off
finding an arrow
I find myself in a mute field
how many stars do we have to own
to feel wealthy
the blindfolded answers
without question unwind
let the lightning with salty emblems
show the path
tasting your tears
inside your tearducts I hide
but why to hide
if noone is searching
when I sleep
on the thawing snow
a thorn
kisses its torn scars
and I pull out an old hair
I do not own
riddle verses on every forehead
i wake up at the beginning of a year
to see
that without you
I cannot be what I want to be
and without me
I cannot be
what you want me to be
;)
