I love my city, but you don’t give me everything I need.
The tree roots don’t grow deep and and any rivers that once cut through have been sucked dry.
Though you normally bring me life, tomorrow I must leave to find something deeper.
Rocks created at the birth of this earth, cut through by wind and water will heal my soul.
Fish who know that their purpose is just to swim, will guide me back to my own purpose.
Tomorrow, I begin again.
I moved here for you!
It was the way you washed completely over me that drove me mad for you. I longed for the way you drift through my heart.
But you left, the wind stood still. No more cool caresses of my cheeks.
A violent flame burned in my heart. I raged. I was so hot.
I waited. I hoped for your return.
Then you came back driving full force into the city.
A deep sigh of relief left my lips as you gently stroke my face.
And I could release my full love for you once more, Karl, the fog!