Amber Night

While the day is sleepy
we do not know
if the dream starts
or ends
 
While we walk down
the scaffolding
embracing the sunset
translating the warmth
from hand to hand
 
And as we take the boat
to chase the horizon
holding on to
what we see
 
We start feeling inside
to whom we belong
while we sail
this endless sea
 
For us
words are as in religion
just insufficient carriers
of our energy
 
So we talk 
by throwing out the anchor
and we let the waves
make us feel free
 
By slipping our fingers 
through 
the silent ocean 
we feel millionaires
 
We climb the masts
of luck
and we reach 
for the amber stars
 
You dug the amber
out of your roots
I stole the stairs from
sleeping roofs
 
And by climbing
our stairway
we enter sacred places
by the door of no-return
 
Behind which we 
put our pasts in boxes
we teach the birds to whistle
our song by sunrise, to learn
 
That love is building the staircase, 
under every step we speechless smother
what has made us sometimes stammer
and then we truly find each other.

 

Text by Sabine Pinnoo 2013