Quietly breathing in a corner of my heart
Hope prays, her eyes are closed, her lips apart...
She’s in a place so frightening and so dark
That there‘s no light, no mere spark…
The sun can’t shine on ripples any more
And there is no one left now to knock on her door…
She lifts her head at every whisper, every sound,
But it’s all gone, there is no one around…
Grows stronger and then weakens still,
She’ll grow insane, she is already ill…
She cannot leave her only home – a chest
That held her, oh, so sweetly once to rest…
All autumn colors smile, but it’s in vain –
She cannot see them, as she cannot see the rain…
The pulse of love keeps her alive and willing,
In that corner of my poor heart she’s breathing…
The shore is far, the lighthouse dimmed its ray,
She longs to swim for yet another day…
She keeps a Christmas present, oh, so near
And wraps it up in pain with every tear,
For she won’t live to see the smile of her dreams
And she won’t die to find her peace or so it seems…
Stuck, she’ll be haunting in that corner of my heart,
Cold, almost dead and painfully alive in part…
Endlessly praying to stand up from where she fell
And praying for a key that could unlock her shell…
Rainbows are black, as are the stars on a white sky
She knows no laughter now and she can only sigh…
The sea has no more waves, the scent has gone away.
Her lips who told so much have nothing more to say…
Torn by her guilt and by her foolish pride,
She put all help, all reached out hands aside.
She shivers and a wave of hand is all it took.
Her broken wings are resting on a book
Once borrowed from the blindest Light.
She treasures it – a most delightful sight.
I wipe her tears, but her river will not cease,
This jewel’s broken and can find no peace.
I pray for Hope and hold her hand in her despair
I feed her and I sometimes brush her hair.
I need her or I’ll die, all that I am will give.
And so I hope for Hope to breathe, to love, to live.


Julia Kretsch
12 October 2010
Bucharest