Ilja

I am addicted
to the love of the soul
even though I
sometimes float
out you
feel
powerful soft impetuous
impatient
driven
stubborn you
sometimes float out
earthly
with earthly wishes
that do not fit
now so unimportant
that others are much finer
than suddenly gone
very much nicer
that other
very much nicer
nicer more everything
believe me
my love
and not just for angels
just on the street during
the day when the sun is shining
or
in the meadow among our trees