Would Be That My Dreams Took Flight

Ich halte meine Träume in meiner Hand
Und frage mich, warum fliegt ihr nicht?
Ihr liegt nur da, so leise und still
Keine Bewegung in meinem Gesicht.

Wenn sie endlich Flucht ergreifen
Wie schön wär’ es nicht!
Hoch über die Erde fliegen sie
Hoch und stolz in meinem Gesicht.

Bleibt noch bei mir, Träume still
Wacht noch, vergesst mich nicht.
Euere Stunde kommt. Seid bereit!
Bald fliegt ihr hoch, in aller Gesicht.

This entry was written by Mats Gefvert, posted on June 25, 2007 at 15:30, filed under Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

5 Comments

  1. Marie Breskic
    Posted June 25, 2007 at 15:54 | Permalink

    Exactly.

  2. mats.gefvert
    Posted June 27, 2007 at 08:04 | Permalink

    An interesting side effect of this little poem is that I’ve now started receiving German spam in my inbox.

  3. Marie Breskic
    Posted July 1, 2007 at 15:26 | Permalink

    Offering to fulfill your dreams?

  4. mats.gefvert
    Posted July 1, 2007 at 16:50 | Permalink

    Sure, as long as those dreams contain lots of Viagra. Not sure what they mean though.

  5. sophie
    Posted July 4, 2007 at 16:10 | Permalink

    I guess you’re just using that spam to improve your German :)

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