if the stars

If the smallest stars in the sky 

would play the song of sirens in the night 

would you open the windows? 

You would wonder for one minute 

You would take your time. 

You would open one window, and the other would stay closed.

If the song would stop for a while 

you would miss it. You would stay near the window. 

And if Tinker Bell would share some magic dust you would take it, but make sure you can keep both of the windows open, to be able to return. 

in the end or in the morning the stars are always gone. 

Some mornings if the stars feel like it, they hide beneath your window, in Tinker's pockets and listen to the sound of your voice. Sometimes they become stardust for whoever needs it. 

if the Adriatics and you

If I would be the Adriatics,

I would run in your arms and would spill my waves in your heart. 

I would let your sun follow my heels, 

never from a distance. 

I would caress your toes and would play in the dark with your hair, with your light, but especially with your shadows. 

I would laugh and my waves would make your smile stay for longer and in the earth your spirit would grow a baboine tree that would survive manhood eternal questions. Am I here to stay? Where am I going? Am I doing enough to live a mark in the ground?

Maybe the only reason is just to be.  Sometimes in more than one way. Sometimes to be like the sea, or like the sun? no, like a baboine tree to live one day at a time.