The prison cell of my mind,
has a window onto a sunny beach,
when I dare walk the busy promenade,
Eros is waiting with arrows piercing my soul,
Deception smiles with sweet ice cream
and the Truth soon breaks my mirror
with her bare hands, because she can…
My heart, scarred and in rags is running around,
frantically searching for a way out,
if only it could slip through the eye of the needle
between heaven and hell
and find the dream,
that releases the soul from gathering…
yet more nails for my coffin…




Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007