End of a Story

about love and faith in God, love for humans, illusions and disillusions

When I was a child The Snow Queen

stole my friend’s heart

placed in his chest an ice needle

 

Then I trod for a long a time

on fairy tale pathways

crushing my knees upon stones

weaving shirts from nettle threads

kissing an ugly frog

climbing mountains on stairs

dug with my own nails

crawling in the desert among snakes ...

everything just to find my friend

to see the red roses in my home garden

blooming again

 

But I failed

and my dream vanished

Snow White and her mother became as one

Cinderella lost her shoe for eternity

„once upon a time” became „never”

 

Then I opened my eyes and said to myself

thanks God for giving me this sinless soul

to be able to fly free

on my heart’s open sky

 

From above tears dropped

as an answer

it was light again