...when it hurts...

Like in fortress without windows

In the wilderness of you and I

Almost breathless felt my inside

Every time lost in arms Thy

Deep within the space of my fears

Little spark was being born

Endangered by wink of the eye

Waiting for you to be adorn

Sparks are meant to become fire

My little one longed for air

In its noisy quietness shivered

quickly dying..that´s not fair

didn´t invite you come further

didn´t let you ease the pain...

´cause didn´t give me time enough

to trust you, love you, to feel safe..