Threads of Dust Mingle

Threads of dust mingle

In the memories of my paths

Through heaven and hell I crawled distances

Till I landed in your dreams

But dreams are doomed to vanish in the air

When we open our eyes

Daily life demands our struggle to be real

And dooms us, sometimes, to forget our longings

And our vision of the world

Let us dare to embrace our condition

And put an end to the loneliness in our hearts

Light a candle to fantasy and visit fairyland for short

No need to become a fool on the hill

No need to be one flying over a cuckoos-nest 

Just embody the freedom of your Self and

Rest in your silence

Then, perhaps new stars will be born in your eyes

And old fears will cease to exist

Ana Wiesenberger