I carry a picture of you in my soul
I can hear you in my heart.
I have walked between moons
Time has melted frozen
Where are you, heart?
Where are you, soul?
Were you clothed in fire?
Were you wrapped in water?
Were you cloaked in soil?
Where are you?
The sun burns my dreams
The stones cut my path
The streets yawn at your names
The valleys echo my pain
Where are you?
Where are you?
I’ll carry a picture of you in my soul.
April 26, 2003
Vinohrady, Praha
Czech Republic