If I take you,
for a ride in my soul,
would you shed a tear and whisper prayer for my wounds?

Smell the dew of the wild grown flowers,
feel the touch of my colours.
Voyage to a mystery,
a glimpse to portrait of one man's landscape.

With a sudden kiss,
in a snap of a finger,
I'll be gone, for good.

If you cry,
sweetheart,
it won't do any good,
I've allready drowned in a sea of emotion,
while I couldn't see the lighthouse,
it was too far, too cold to be reached !

Crawling on the slippery rocks,
once again,
the "Potential" you all marked,
is in foreign land,
trying to fullfil himself,
as whole, as one.

My finger-prints will remain a sign on you,
the past, my present, your future...