Lost in Magic

I often see you like that,

in the mists of whispers,

you, forgotten,

good-natured fairy.

And you're kind of confused

in this world,

as you are not sure,

you don’t remember who you are.

And you don’t know anything,

you stare helplessly at the lies,

you slip away for days

and comfort yourself with sobs.

There are many dreams of yours

left trampled,

in some reality out there,

in the same everyday life.

And they don't see your secret

fairy skills,

the magic of a smile,

the glazing of the eyes.

And old imprints,

in the naivety of the movement,

carelessness questions,

a childish way of speaking.

Ancient love

in the silence of the kiss,

peace of mind,

the depth of your acceptance.