The Lights of Life

in your own world nobody who talks like me is around or will come

words are just the dust of some ones memory

they are not what I want to say

like shadows they slip through my fingers

while I'm gone they still try to remind me of where I am not anymore

words of your world are just like a dust

that I can't cope with

just ashes from a fire I've never seen and felt

while thoughts are faster than anything

its words put a weight in there

so maybe that you can stay on your planet

I do not condemn this way of crawling into a shape

but the slowness of it makes me tired in a new way

let me be patient as your are and learn

and slip into the clothes of different creatures

to show them love in their language

although both of us know love cannot be said

merely expressed and approached

with the lights of life