by Margarete Schebesch

Is it the darkness in the sky
That kills the little light away
Which started burning in your eyes,
Or is it me, and what I say?

Is it the water in the sea
That makes your eyes so warm and wet?
Is it a smoke which I don't see,
Or just a feeling of regret?

I am so glad that you have found
The final question in your mind!
The only thing you'll ever miss -
The answer - you will never find.

And every little piece of sand
Has seen more beauty thand I did!
And noiselessly the water comes,
And lonely on the beach I sit...