Lösch mir die Augen aus...

"halt mir das Herz zu, und mein Hirn wird schlagen,

und wirfst du in mein Hirn den Brand,

so werd ich dich auf meinem Blute tragen."

-Rainer Maria Rilke

the sounds of the night speak

for those who can no longer be heard.

police-car sirens mixed with shaking leaves,

the voice of the wind to say that god ain't dead.

yes, we see darkness ahead

and yet there's hope in the only thing that bears,

not buildings, radio waves and engines

but the only thing that carries

that only thing that lasts forever.

that we may live in god and that god

may find rest inside us

after so many rainy days. what Rilke knew was to come,

the struggle, the constant strive we would all live

in the search for that something more,

that love for an abandoned world.