It is always so hard to open up
it is always so hard to cry
yet the heart which is firm like a brick
melts like colours in a sunset sky.
The truth we see as a monster
the truth we curse and harp
is small and beautiful like a butterfly
that, which eludes our grasp.
Somewhere from behind the clouds I know
you watch me and you smile
somewhere inside the heart I know
you are there all the while.
So I sing to your blue sky
and write about the love which always grew
for somewhere I also know
that my words will reach you.
(Poems and photograph)