A journey is but a road taken with Strangers,
a whisper between them in the Wilderness
But you would not stay nor walk with me
so I am as alone, as I have always been
on a Journey with a Stranger, a Mirror-Man.
And Still there is a Silence in the Room
In the shadowplay behind the Curtains:
In the Mirror I see Beauty, Poetry and Love
It was born in Pain and a Life of Misery,
In that empty Bottle of Wine on the Floor,
Somewhere In Paris! In Prague! In London!
It matters no more, for home is No-where
I would not be a Stranger if not for You,
who left me standing there waiting - alone.
I would not write this Beautifull Poetry,
If not for a dream of another life with you
this melody, this reality would not exist
So no, i'm not done with you for I will return
to that moment until the End of the Road -
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